Building a nest during lockdown

The delicate build of a crows nest — twig by twig, weave by weave. Behind the patio window, my mind offers up a tuft of grey roots — no boxes of dye online. I can choose to simply sit, train my eyes between the gutter of the red-brick house and the far off sea… She lays her eggs in his domain; he’s watching from the uppermost branch of the twisted willow. The hours of sitting that follows.