She was a mother bird
Perched upon her nest
Cooing to her babies
That have yet to be born
From birth she nurtured them
Despite the squeaks against it
Growing up
they declined the help the
Mother offered
Unknowing it was out of
Love
But knowing their time had come
she brought them to
the edge of the nest
Slowly
Carefully
She pushed them
She knew
But they just feared the bottom
And suddenly the birds took flight
soaring
flying
Free
It was only when the birds
brushed up by the flowers
Heathers
that the sweet scent filled their lungs to
make them thankful
And that made the mother's work
Worthwhile
