Firefly In Our Nest

Rain is coming

The Eaves are bent

Chicks are hungry

For the tasks we lent



Rain is coming

That the horizon sent

Crows are squawking

-Firefly in our nest



Storm of air and sea

Not spent

Earth is dry and hungry

From the Swallows

We held back

Gathered acorns stolen

From our net

Another hundred years

Is time

We hope to dry the stones

That wept



Tell the children

To forget

Of our ignorance

And what it meant

We let the water into stream

Too far along the inlet



-Father's angry

-Mother's weary



We played in Springtime

-Rusted Plow

We lazed in Summer

-Slaughtered Cow

Forgot our chores

And worldly dangers

-Winter Frost

Amongst the Most



-Firefly in our Nest