Context
it sits in the barren tree
open to the world and
makes you wonder
how you missed it
in the spring when
it was full of life
just beginning
or in the summer as
the constant trips
back and forth
back and forth
became just a blur
of existence until
the fall came when
all the teaching and
prodding of trial and
error produced the
anticipated results
of a job well done
and a life beginning
to be well led but
in the winter this
empty nest looks so
lonely and forlorn
to those without
context
Pops 2017
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