Poem: Front Door Visitor by MW Hardwick
As the afternoon sun shines high in the blue North Carolina sky
I walk out to get the mail–
Opening the front door I am greeted with fluttering of Mommy Bird
She lands on the front side-walk and looks surprised and anxious
I guess she didn’t count on visitors to her nest.
Being as surprised as her I stop and ponder about my visitor
She may be re-thinking about her decision to build her nest on our door
But who could blame her– nice location, protected from the rains and wind
At the beginning of each season my wife adorns the front door with a new decorative piece
Honoring the start of a new season
I guess at the same time birds start looking for places for nest-building,
In front of our door are two maple trees; suitable for nest-building
And if I were a bird this might have been on my list for nests.
Our unwelcome friend picks the greenish handbag on our door
With the dried hydrangea and pink ribbon stuff in this gorgeous carry bag
I think this really is not an easy place to build your nest.
But as a shelter from the elements is a good spot to call home.
All during the day diligently flying in and out finding twigs and food
This visitor is always on the go very little time for rest or pause.
I can see her anytime I want just by opening the door, but as a good neighbor.
I don’t want to disrupt her routine.
I can change mine till she and her loved ones are ready to go.
Then one morning last week I take a peek
The nest is now completely vacant, but this is not a sad time
The kids have left home and the cycle of nature goes on…
Cause next year my door will again be there,
And I stand READY TO GREET HER.
Ready to greet her…Ready to greet her…