Nesting Box
Standing silent, this early winter day
Anchored in old mud and green water
Protected by a bent and weathered skirt
The nesting box still stands
Lichen clings to the cypress
Pitted and grooved in the grain
Worn and wearied by wind and rain
The nesting box still stands
The water mirrors decay
Reflecting years of use
Bleached by sun and snow
The nesting box still stands
Toby Perry
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