I Moved My Bed To Another Room Poem by Ravi Kopra

This spring a starling made a nest
in the bush of yellow berries facing
our bedroom window

and laid four pale blue eggs
looking like marbles I played in my childhood

We were happy
expecting soon to see the little chicks
waiting for their mama to bring food

I told my girl friend
it would be fun to watch the chick grow
and take their first flights on tiny wings

We planned to set
a camera in the window to see
them daily on the tv screen

A craven came stealthily and ate the eggs
the starling chased
poked the craven in the air
it was late, too late

Mom lost the babies before they were born
it never came back to the nest
the crow vanished after the hurricane
my wife died in a car accident

The nest is still there in the bush
that bear the yellow berries
I moved my bed to another room
and may soon sell the house.