An Instant

In a rosebush in my garden,

An unusual place they say,

One blue tit and another

Have built a nest in May.

Three eggs is what it shelters,

This momentary home,

To give what will be needed

Before they’re off alone.

Then on a sunny morning,

The clouds are far away,

The little eggs they crack,

The shells they break away.

Now little ones are chirping,

Blue bellies twist and turn,

Mum and dad take turns

To try and get a worm.

Then back they both come crashing,

To give from beak to beak

A squiggly wiggly earthling,

And soon the chicks are meek.

The days go in, the days go out,

Blue bellies grow and grow,

And soon the chirping halts and what

Comes next is what I know.

I know that when the morning comes

The chicks will spread their wings

To take a leap and leave the rose,

And my heart too, it sings.

The birds are not the only ones

That now reach for the sky,

‘Cause I know that my time has come,

 Like birds fly so must I.