Last To Leap Poem by Lauren Beasley

She built a nest,
That mother bird did
High up in a tree
From the world she hid
For weeks she gathered
Grasses and straw
To fluff up her nest
With all that she saw
She prepared a place
Safe from any harm
To lay eggs and wait
For nature's alarm
For months, it seemed
She sat in her nest
And cared for those eggs
Without any rest
Till one day, at last
A beak sprouted out
Excited, she danced
And let out a shout
As the wee birds hatched,
She brought them nice meals
Nothing compared to
How loving them feels
She watched them grow strong
And protected them
As wings grew broad
On her precious gem
Then the day came
Her babes had grown big
Her nest was too small
On that slim tree's twig
The first birdie crouched
And lifted its wings
It leapt to the sky
And soared near the springs
Mother bird then grinned
As she saw the success
Of the first little bird
That jumped from her nest
The next bird had courage
It was ready to leave
As it left, mother knew
All it would achieve
Then one little bird
Remained in her care
Her final baby
To soar through the air
As it neared the edge,
Its mother thought back
To the time she'd spent
Building this mere shack
She'd done her best to
Prepare for this day
Raised her babies right
So they could fly away
But now as she sat,
Her last babe all grown
She realized her nest
Was now only her own
So her last bird leapt
And raised its wings high
Mother shed a proud tear
As her babe reached the sky