Something surely loves a nest
that bees still feed their drones
that ants sweat and heave and carry
and beauty dwells with crones.
Why else will the squirrels steal
and dads come back to dine
unless it is to hug a son
and proudly say `he's mine'
For , long the clouds may wander
and forever they may roam
the showers strangely, always pause
to let the birds get home....
