Inside the Bird Box

phoebe
on her nest
of moss and dryer fluff

Loon’s Nest

as she sits
creation is made
in stillness and patience

Provisioning

the clamor for food
an ancient noise
that starts the hunt

Winter’s Nest

filled with snow
a cozy cold
winter’s nest

Revealed

as leaves depart
the hideaway
is made known

Daring

life requires hope
the world
must be trusted

The Look

breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder