The Nature of Things


Mom first noticed
the bird setting up home
in her hanging basket.

I saw the bird there
the day after,
and thought I felt something.

Once, I lifted my nephew
because even standing on the chair
he couldn’t see it.

We still kept our distance.

One windy day I was closing the umbrellas.
It was my first time alone with her
and I swear

I could feel her warding me off
away from her eggs and her.
The air seemed dank, was rife

with the protective vibe:
vigilant mother bird
with one false move by me

was likely to peck my eyes out.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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