The Nurturer

Twig by twig, straw by straw,
Lovingly builds she the cosy nest;
Not by chance of lucky draw,
Here is the nurturer at her very best.

Day upon day, night upon night,
Patiently lends she all the warmth;
When one day on a morning bright,
The young one born as the egg shells part.

Morsel to morsel, beak to beak,
Tirelessly feeds she the little one;
Whom she to the free world lets go with a peck,
To watch with a tear her baby gone!