As soon as she saw him
With a twig or two
To make the scruffy, scrappy nest
Ms. Dove delivered
As one does
A beautiful white egg
Hanging on for dear life
In the Eucalyptus
And I wonder how it stays there
With such an insubstantial nest
But I guess
As one does
That Ms. Dove knows best.
What did you never own up to ?
The main room in your house...








