nest

nothing can be like nest for a bird

 

For long distances, he has travelled

Flying from a place to another

But now, he got really tired

He feels pain in every feather

He feels so much homesick

He has really missed,…his nest

He missed, to live love. To sleep safely, to feel comfort

He missed, to touch, every ash, every stick

He missed, to feel it when it is wet

Due to the dew drops, at dawn time

Then he sings he morning song

To salute the sun

And to be there in his nest

Waiting the sun to set

So he can be alone with his nest

His nest hugs him

And he hugs it,

Together, they get stuck.

Together they melt.

He really loves the sun, but really loves it to set

So he can be alone, with his

 lovely nest

 

Author's Note

hope you like it

Reviews

[Renée]

Oh this is sweet...what a lovely view you wrote of...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your thoughts and desire to go to the nest. Home is the place we feel safest and know where we stand. I like the complete story and the very good ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Everett DeValle]

Lovely poem...it reminds me of hard days work, to come home and say I have worked hard for this life...its not much, at times, but I'm content. Awesome write.

[Bidu Ibrahim]

Interesting read.. This strikes a chord man! Well done

[angelina neves]

wounderful!

[Mockingbird]

this is a very lugubrious poem. brings to mind man's mortality and isolation. this poor lonely bird all alone and melancholy in his nest; the only thing that brings him comfort. perhaps he knows he will never see his home again.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

It gages the reponse to so many of us, a well written piece.

[?]

awww that homesick feeling...then coming back to our comfort..safe..place
Nice job

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I love this poem, and any bird one day misses its nest...! the expression is so familiar, but different somehow...Thank u!
~nia~