Your tap, tap, taps sound from behind the silky pink petals. You flit out with a beak full, only to come back and continue to carve out the cavity – a sculpture of home.
The view from your window is of spring's splendor.
The abundance of earth brings gifts to the threshold of your newfound home.
And as any living being on this earth might do, you emerge.
You stand upon the space that holds you,
and take it all in.
