Requiem for a Nest
the winged thang built her dream palaceamid the fine green eyes of a sheltering boughshe did not know it was urban turfdisguised as serenely delusionally ruralnor did she know the neighborhood was rifewith slant-mawed felines and those long-talonedswoopers of prey. she was ignorant of the acidity & oilthat slowly polluted the earth, and was neverto detect the serpent coiled one strong limb belowfollowing her nature she flitted and dovefor whatever blades twigs and mudcould be found under the humming blueand created a hatchery for her spawnnot knowing all were doomed
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