Making it home

we build our nests
even though
summer does not last

we build our nests
collect the twigs
and feathers
add the fluff
and we live here
we abide
though every day
we practise flight

we build our nests
and we try
to make it home
there is always
a summer
somewhere

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{How do you make it ‘home’? Words and images welcome. ~ d*}

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