Birds watching
as we prune
and preen our trees
preparing
for spring
bundles of branches
and bags of twigs
we bend and break
and hoard our haul
brush from the garden
and broom from the hill
Do they imagine our nest
our herbal brews
with ornithosmorphic
empathies...?
poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 45
