“Nest”

Some paintings and a little poem.

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Through the crinkled leaves and brittle twigs scratching on my skin, I’v stumbled on something rare that sparks my imagination with new possibilities.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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No, I’ll leave them instead, as a reminder to the birds of the beauty and cruelty of nature.

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