It's unlikely they would build a nest
In so vulnerable a place but I watched
Them take a clump of cat's hair
Laying on the grass and tease it
Carefully between three twigs
On the lowest dead branch of a tree
Of heaven and weave a web from it
Discarding pieces that wouldn't fit
Coming and going with new supplies
I wanted to warn them not to stay
But I knew they wouldn't listen to me
What could I say about spring
They didn't already believe
Building its tender necessity
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