I don’t want
to explain how the cluster of leaves
& branches in the crook of the tree

is a cluster of leaves & branches
in the crook of the tree
not a squirrel or a bird’s nest

I’m sick of sounding a pessimist
denying
things need to be hidden
just yesterday, I tried

the dishes in the sink
form a pyramid

the trash garden
shelters field mice

standing on a slithering rock wall
my fingers
untangle your hair from a yew tree

I admit
however tired I am
it’s a bird’s nest
they’re everywhere

there’s shelter here