lying on my back, nestled under warm covers
i look out my window and see
a four-story tall tree from my neighbor’s yard
towering over me

there’s a spot where a branch splits into two
and in its crook, a nest
spring, summer, winter or fall, it’s always been there
offering some babe rest

yet is there a babe there still? I often wonder
wishing I could see
up above the four-story tall tree in my neighbor’s yard
that towers over me

Daily Prompt