The Nest

With beaks wide open,
There they wait.
Maybe mom 
Or dad is late.

Here I have a
Birds' eye view.
Watching them
Is what I do.

Suddenly,
The mom alights
To feed her babes
With bird-sized bites.

Or possibly
It was the dad.
In either case, 
The chicks were glad.

And so was I
To witness this,
A treat, back home,
That I would miss.