Little Secrets Nesting

A tiny pretty bird 

is nesting just above my head

beneath an awning.  

It's a good spot for a nest, 

tucked away from the weather, so her

babies, once they hatch, will still be

dry and somewhat warm

should she have to leave them 

squaking

while she gathers worms 

to feed them.

I feel honored to be trusted 

with her secrets, black and white

with spots of red she only hints at

as she scurries
 past me, fastly, 

determined (I am sure) to not be

noticed

very much.