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
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