Vacant sits my wicker rocking chair On the sunny porch, beckoning me. But I cannot take my summer leisure there ‘Cause sparrows nested in a nearby tree. I tried sitting, keeping ever so still But the Sparrow mom hopped along the rail With a smorgasbord of bugs in her bill, Snatched in her flight o’er meadow and vale. She refused to enter the nest until I arose and quietly moved away. Then she the gaping orange mouths did fill, Soon flying aloft for more tasty prey. Wee heart beats strong in her maternal breast, Sorrowing in time by an empty nest.
Anonymous5 years ago
The accompanying picture is perfect. Well done.
Dianne J Ferris4 months ago
Dear Eunice:
Your poem is so true and very lovely to read.
Thank you.
Eunice Cooke4 months ago
Thank you so much!