#86

Sunlight through the trees

Creates a map of the leaves

Across open ground


Canopy to eaves

All set out with birds and bees

Six nests I have found



Sat against the bark

I watch it move until dark

Shuffling around


To me in a spark

Came a thought inside the park

We must soon be bound



By dawn my shadow

Formed its place upon the map

On that ground fallow


A new home, or nest,

I now sit in nature’s lap

And forever rest