By Andrew R. Duckworth

Above the front door is a family,
House has been there a few years.
This year, we saw their children,
Hungry for the chance to fly.
The neighbors are cautious,
Always watching as we pass under,
But know we won’t harm them,
Never flying over in attack.
Such a sweet couple,
Making a suitable home,
Raising their children
Who occasionally peak out.
Only time will tell if the fledglings
Will soar the sky or fail to fly.