Early shadows dancing on buff colored siding,
God’s gift of nature balances on branches….hiding.
A chirp, a tweet, a song to sing,
Do not stop or feathered wings will soar into skies of azure.
Look closely now to see a tiny rooftop home swing from side to side
On a flowered arm, tempting me…..
Suddenly all is clear, I can’t resist
Hopping up to peek inside the ‘O.’
Ahhh…..baited breath beholds
A tiny toasted nest in a bosom of infinite blackness.
Speckled sparrow eggs…1-2-3-4,
Warming in my Morning Tree.