The Swallow Nest

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the birds chipped away 

an abandoned hive from 


pests and settled 

their home into 


a swallow nest 


perhaps there is a reason 

I'm here with this ink 


embedded 

into my skin


I become more hopeful 

as I’m watching 


the swallow 

mothering her kin


bring back something 

for them to eat


a worm or 

a bug, 


even something 

deserted on the concrete


I can't wait until the day

I see the baby swallows fly,


but are they ready 

to leave their nest 


and tell their 

family goodbye?


- Leah Rae


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