The swallows are busily building a nest
Across from our front door.
They’re making a dreadful mess,
And I know I should really knock it down,
But the thrill of having their babies so close
And being able to watch them grow
Overrides whatever need I have for tidiness.
Plus, watching them flit back and forth
With their pointed wings and split tails
Is almost as much fun as watching the fawns
Dancing in bouncy circles
Around our sunken garden…
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