Bluebird

While going for a quiet drive Along a country road, We saw a bluebird circling, Then perch upon a post. Silently we stopped nearby, And silently we watched; As he flew from perch to perch, His patience, too, we matched. We only dared to shift our eyes- We dared not move or talk Until he was convinced that we Were nothing but a rock. Our patience was rewarded As his patience now gave out. We knew his nest was nearby By the tid-bit in his mouth. Down to the post he dropped And seemed to disappear. The knowledge was so thrilling It lived with us all year. We know where morel mushrooms Pop up in the spring. We know where tadpoles gather In the gently bubbling stream. We've fond the scarlet berries Of the minty wintergreen, And the fruiting jack-o'lantern Has shown us its silent gleam. Of all the things that we have known, More thrilling than the rest Is the knowledge that we now know where There is a bluebird's nest.