Spring Birth
Spring Birth
one twig, two twigs, three
soft down plucked from mother’s breast
the perfect bower
three tiny blue eggs
under warmth of mother’s love
they stir, they hatch new
three urgent beaks open
insistent, burning, they beg
speckled downy fuzz
Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
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