Little brown sparrow,
 
when the Flower Moon blossoms,
 
you keep to your nest.

 
 
 

Mist on the mountain—
 
a starling far from its nest
 
starts to lose its way.

 
 
 

Imagine yourself
 
becoming a lonesome dove
 
with no nest, no mate.

 
 
 

This old stone lantern
 
where a wren once built its nest
 
now holds only dust.

 
 
 

In a ruined house,
 
with walls open day and night,
 
swallows build their nests.

 
 
 

In the lemon tree
 
a hummingbird’s nest of moss
 
keeps time with the wind.

 
 
 

Near a patch of woods
 
a rusting Buick Skylark
 
cradles a mouse nest.

 
 
 

In my backyard plum
 
on the day before Easter
 
a wren builds her nest.

 
 
 

Cooing and cooing,
 
a mourning dove keeps looking
 
for a place to nest.

Space

 
 
 

Pine on the mountain,
 
why do you allow the crow
 
space for its rude nest?