Feathered Guests

Up my backyard tree A family is my guest In a happy living spree Cozy in their nest! I saw them build it strong With whatever scraps they found Laboring all along To beak-pick them from ground! Secure and steady The nest was soon ready To welcome in one morn Cute little new born! Rearing them is hard Feeding the hungry brood When mother stands on guard The father goes for food! Fast they grow sweet chicks From fluffy to colored plumage It’s a matter of weeks Before they turn a new page! I don’t want them to haste But I know they would soon fly Leaving a hole in my heart For the expanse of the sky!