All in good time.

A pair of birds have taken up residence

in the tree outside my window.

They must be newlyweds

the way they talk late into the night

with the same four notes

over and over again

(I love, I love, I do, I do).

I wonder what made them pick

this particular place--

If it is a good neighborhood

for new eggs and young chicks

or if, being barely out of their old nests,

they cannot afford the live oak

that sits stately across the sidewalk.

This tree is old and respectable even

if perhaps it drops more leaves than it holds

and seems a good place for a beginning.

Its' branches start high off the ground

and the corner of the building

blocks most of the wind.

All in all it is a nice start

with a solid seat and twigs for walls

and some scraps of bright thread

set with a natural eye for colour

it will be a home.

I welcome them to it

and wish them goodnight

as well as perhaps some sleep.

Even with such a sweet refrain

after two I wish they would. . .

refrain.