nest — a tiny poem

the birds find you

slim grasses

take you to bed

the down cradling

little eggs

there are these nests we wanted to weave

a home full of down

the feathers fluffed

the comforters comforting

there were these eggs we had

there was this place we got lost

when they told us, no

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