The Untouchable
When I was five, there was
a bird’s nest sitting on the roof
so silent, and
untouchable
for I was short and had
pathetic, wobbly arms.
I tried to jump, jumping
as high as I could, and I could
barely touch the eaves.
So I called my father,
Daddy! There’s a bird nest
at the top!
because if anything got stuck up high,
whether a cat on a roof,
or a kite on a tree,
he would grab his handy ladder
for he is our trusty household handyman.
But, this time he climbed up,
and I wanted him to
give the nest to me—
but he never did.
He climbed down,
and I asked,
Can I see it? Can I see it?
No son,
because a mother is waiting
to hatch her two babies
back home.
Posted Jan 1, 2022, 1:21 PM UTC · edited
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