Ramble No. 03

No special cute house was hung
no formal invitation ever went out
to encourage the finch couple
who came again this year to nest
in the hanging pot of red geraniums
in the corner of my back porch
after they’d come from wherever
they live the rest of the year
and after they did whatever birds do
to make eggs break open finally
ugly nakedness mouths gaping
babies turn almost instantly
into beautiful creatures who learn
how to fly away in no time at all
so I think of my porch as a stable
for the orange breasted finch
who apparently thinks he’s Jesus
three-ounce male who takes umbrage
with my presence on my own porch
which I worked for and paid for myself
there’s a miracle here somewhere
I am blessed to have been chosen