! ! The Empty Nest - Poem by Alison Cassidy
It happened in an instant-
the wild wind whipped
and the trees tossed their leafy hair
at a rave party.
It was over in minutes -
but the results were catastrophic!
roots sprouted from clay,
like a Dali birthday cake.
Later I ventured into the garden
(tidy too after recent endeavor)
to assess the damage.
Then I saw it -
a tiny bundle of twigs
that lacked the randomness
of the rest.
A perfect sphere of sticks,
Was it an old home
abandoned years ago
and dislodged by the wicked wind?
Or was it a more recent affair -
the nudge of spring?
I picked up the nest
with tears in my eyes.
How humbling -
to witness nature's beauty and her terror
on a single day.
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