The Bird a Nest by Margaret Koger
I hear killdeer
a pair scraping a nest.
If you’re too close its awk
awk awk then a limp wing
hanging as if broken
tail feathers swagging
leave our nest
begone.
I see spiders
spit-weaving a lacy
white canopy
dressing sticky
evergreens
hapless the fly
beware.
I touch bark
stately oak trunks
ring fuller each year
limbs stretched
blocking the sun—
shade for our lives
as we pass.
Margaret Koger is a school media specialist with a writing habit. She lives near the river in Boise, Idaho and writes to help add new connections to the wayward web of life. See a few more poems on: Collective Unrest, Amsterdam Quarterly, Thimble, Trouvaille Review, Tiny Seed Literary Journal and Ponder Savant.