Tiny Birds

A poem

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash

Rounding the corner, I scared a tiny bird
who had been chasing a white feather
nest building, lining it softly

Other birds chatter in my silver birch tree
calling out news and flights to my roof
the underground fungi has started saplings

Flowers are blooming, ending and budding
color continues in the garden, not mine-
it’s owned by the creatures who make it their home

Published in The Lark