I see her land
on the branch
before I hear
their cries.
I watch as
she dips her
beak down
their throats.
She gave
them life,
in this nest,
within a
Juniper bush.
She still gives
life to them
despite
the sweltering heat.
She battles that
heat and the
other birds and
the people
in their cars.
She flies far
and she flies wide,
to raise
her chicks.
To make sure
they live.
So that one day,
they too
can take flight
and build
a nest
of their own.