I'm a caregiver and an artist. I received high honors in creative writing, fine arts, and sculpture at Montserrat College of Art.
Out on a limb
Spring is in the air, it’s damp and cool.
A light breeze blows by with the smell of rain.
Branches rustle, and sway in the distance.
But what’s this I see? A large heavy bird nest, hung high on the thin limb of a tree.
It sways back and forth, as if dancing with the breeze.
The winds beat is beginning to pick up.
Clouds fill the once clear skies.
A storm begins to brew.
The dance becomes more and more intense, as it goes form a Waltz to the Tango.
My mind’s eye races with images of falling babies, and cracking eggs.
I watch with bated eyes, my heart pounding, a crash of thunder and I jump.
The rain begins to crash down with pounding force.
I retreat to my own nest.
A new day.
The sun shines.
All is quiet, but in the distance a small “chirp”, “chirp”, “chirp”.
I puff a sigh of relief, all is well.
Actual birds nest that inspired the poem.
© 2019 Jason Nicolosi