Vacancy

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The bird’s nest
so perfectly woven
knit tight into the elbow
of the ancient tree
lies crestfallen
on the mowed lawn
slightly atilt yet intact
as if it bore a sign
House for Sale!
So simply designed
and owner-constructed
of local resources
each renewable
some garden twine
twigs from the Clematis
a yellow dog’s hair
as soft as sable
shaped by a breast
once bursting with pride
soon grief stricken
the blue shells
there all shattered
scattered on the ground
in an awful vacancy
known as death

“Once I am sure there’s nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church . . .” ~ Philip Larkin

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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8 Responses to Vacancy

  1. ~meredith says:

    tender visual. lovely.

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  2. The eclectic collection of materials for the nest is so interesting. A sad story, but well told. :)

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  3. kiwiskan says:

    love these words – beautifully descriptive. I do hope those little birds had hatched before the nest blew out of the tree.

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