A mother bird has built a nest
Which was quite different from the rest,
For there between the potted leaves
(not in the trees or under eaves)
She built a cozy little home,
In which to raise her chick alone.
The pot was standing on a wall
And to ensure it wouldn't fall
I moved it to a safer place
Where enemies could not give chase -
Then in the pot plant in the shade
One spotted little egg was laid.
Onto the porch I daren't go
To clean, to read, to knit or sew.
For fear of frightening Momma dear
I kept my distance; I steered clear
And far away from chick and nest
So that she could relax and rest.
The long awaited day arrived
And to make sure that it survived
I prayed and asked our God on High
To undertake 'till it could fly;
That He'd supply its every need
Until itself the chick could feed.
Yesterday it left the nest
Feathered in its Sunday best;
Its mom seemed very agitated
But pretty soon her fears abated;
The fledgling spread its wings to fly
And swept into the clear blue sky.
The moral of my story's thus:
God loves us and He's good to us;
He cares about things small and big
Including that one little chick
Hatched from an egg so oddly laid
In a pot plant in the shade.
This poem was a finalist in the November 2008 poetry contest