Some paintings and a little poem.
Through the crinkled leaves and brittle twigs scratching on my skin, I’v stumbled on something rare that sparks my imagination with new possibilities.
There’s a nest in an overgrown hedge next to the Jacaranda tree in my front garden. Little jewel-like eggs sit alone and exposed in the hot sun.
Their Mother’s not here to protect them from the midday heat or cold evening breezes. Why leave them alone? Did something uninvited crawl in?
I’ll take them home to keep as a small memento. A memory of times past, when pleasant things asked that the door be kept shut, so all is safe inside.
No, I’ll leave them instead, as a reminder to the birds of the beauty and cruelty of nature.