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BIRD NEST
By David Allen
I gave my love a bird’s nest
that I found while mowing
and she marveled and cooed,
“It must have been built
by a mourning dove.”
She examined it carefully,
noting that embedded
in the twigs and grass
was a toothpick.
I wondered where it came from
and how long it lain abandoned?
And why did the bird choose
to use it when more pliable twigs
would be better suited
for her construction project?
BIRD NEST
By David Allen
I gave my love a
bird’s nest that I
found while mowing
the yard and she
marveled and cooed,
“It must have been built
by a mourning dove.”
She examined it carefully,
noting a toothpick
was embedded in the
twigs and short grass.
Later, I read her a new poem.
She listened patiently and frowned.
“But you don’t believe in God.
How can you write about the Pearly Gates?”
I tried to explain, but it’s difficult when
I don’t even know where the words come from.
And, anyway, I never said I didn’t
believe in a god or some afterlife.
I just believe it doesn’t matter.
What will happen will happen.
We shouldn’t live good lives just
In case there is some kind of super
Being on the other side judging us.
Living morally is the just way the way to be.
You don’t do good so you’ll get a reward.
You do it because it’s right.
I should have quit
with the bird nest.
She understood that.
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