Kit Kelen #199 - in the nest

199

in the nest

in the nest

there is seldom agreement

often as not

feathers fly, there's blood

the little birds have been known

to peck out each other's eyes

tear heads off

nothing familial matters here

there is no piety among birds

truth, fact – these each beneath contempt

the lice, the weather unprotected

predators, the push out – 'no, it won't be me'

such things as these must matter

every bird's dinosaur instinct

who's not? who cares?

the blue's above

there are mild days

the sun still shines

a breeze tells all is right

and there is the first flight

when wings are cued

and when push comes to shove