Straw House written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard   Nestled in a bed woven of twigs, grass, mud,    a shattered blue egg and a shiny pink hatchling. Its tiny head             stretches backward. Soft yellow beak opens the bright orange throat,      I am alive!           I am     alive! Fragile, tiny life screams for food.    Can it thrive      through storms, parasites, disease? I shelter in my nest. … Continue reading Straw House