Homeless in Spring
The cardinal’s feathers contrasted
sharply with the hedge bush.
He flitted noisily nearby
until the buzzing hushed.
In disarray, the bush fell
to the daisy-dotted ground.
A hand reached to gather the limbs,
then stopped at a soft, cheeping sound.
A nest of twigs and twine–
home of featherless bird babies–
once secure in the fork of the limbs,
now lay scattered in the daisies.
The cheep–cheep of the birdies
could no longer be denied.
The big man picked them up,
and with no one looking, cried.
© Freeda Baker Nichols