THE NEST

Just above my window's shade
and beneath the beam of the roof,

two sparrows had its nest made

to live in peace and remain aloof.

One bought the leaves and twigs,

while the other sat on the window rim.

Sometimes they plucked the ripe figs

being the masters of their own whim.

Slowly the nest turned into a home

which they made thru' day and night.

Strands of grass they had to comb

which they did with all their might.

They used to chirp all the time

be it dawn, noon or dusk.

Perhaps they had a certain rhyme

that my mind was eager to ask.

Quite sometime had passed by then

they became parents - very proud.

Seasons flew, it was time to rain

their home by now a velvety shroud.

Time rolled by and winter came

the innocent chirps got louder still.

Nature had played its glorious game, and

the babies are now on the window grill!

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