NaPoWriMo (# 16): The nest

Each twig , each twine

knocked down by the swinging pine..

Labor of love lost, destroyed.

Loneliness,

Emptiness,

emphasized…

Needed was no more the nest..

Away flew the fledglings,

On a brand new quest.

Only a moment to rue…

And away the brave bird flew..

To gather a new twig , a new twine..

A new nest for her new bloodline.

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