Jose Gonzalez The Nest
Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
By the thicket while assembling a nest
On alert for any lingering threat
Building frantically without rest
Walls grew dense and blocked out the sun
Caving in everyone
Darkness fell, wiped a once joyous tone
Then famished, like possessed ended eating their own
Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
By the thicket while assembling the nest
