As I sat reading in the afternoon sun
a flutter came from inside a bush
a pair of prospective parents
worked together with purpose
little feet scurrying
searching for just the right pine needles and twigs
And then, with beaks loaded, they disappeared into the green leaves, flurry of feathers making the branches dance
“If there’s a bustle in your hedge row don’t be alarmed now, it’s just a spring clean for the May Queen.” - L.Z.