The dogwood tree
was built for me.
Not too tall
for I was small.
The limb started low.
As though to show,
how one should go.
Time to climb.
One sneaker lace untied.
I spied.
A nest-
three eggs at rest.
Speckled blue for robin red,
whose bird-wife is brown.
Time to climb down.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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