A birdhouse hanging from a tree
Has snow
piled on its roof.
If there are
doubts about the storm,
Well, there’s
the real-life proof.
Designed
with details to appear
So cottage-like
and charming,
Its Wedgewood-colored
siding
Both familiar
and disarming,
This mini-homestead’s
cuteness is
An
unexpected treat.
You wouldn’t
look for such a thing
On a
Manhattan street.
Yet there it
is, with bright white door
And next to
it, a broom,
Just waiting
for a sparrow
To stop by
and take up room.
Surrounding
it, apartments loom;
Pedestrians
make haste.
Still,
somehow in this neighborhood,
This dwelling’s
been embraced.
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