the scrawny birds in
the twiggy nest seem
to have no sense of
balance, each is near
constantly bashing up
against the coarse nest.
not to be stopped, once
one succumbs to a
collision, falls in a
heap among the
perilous architec
ture, the wobbly
little bird is back up
in a second, head
up, mouth agape,
thrust toward the
sky, with such
unscathed and
indelible trust.
