The Nest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The nest

I knew of shower
And how causes damage;
Looked through windowpane
And observed what happened…

Trees had undressed
Due to the season-change.

All were storm-beaten
And their leaves had fallen.

If any had remained
Was old, full of wrinkles.

Heard "Hello" of hollow
Empty, a dark cave…

I stared and wondered
"Can it be Halloween?
Can it be a mistake? "
But sadly, was real.

Saw no bird and no egg
Abandoned was the nest
Left over was rubble…

Straws and feathers
That hung there scattered
Seemed set for departure.

We, poets, have power
Go in time, penetrate;
Flashbacks can occur…

Saw nest of spring
Many eggs and no chicks
Then they hatched, featherless
Grew fast and dwelt;
Saw some push the others.
Big heads with closed eyes
Were flat, on the ground…