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.