She rests her wings
Slowly she glides to the tree,
circles around it just to see,
where she will plant her feet,
where is a comfortable seat.
Slowly her head searches for a spot,
gliding lower to see what this tree got.
A single hole through the leaves,
a protected spot she does believe.
Wings tucked she quickly swoops,
onto natures wooden stoop,
plants her feet and holds on firm,
from above a snake does squirm.
Resting she takes a needed break,
resting her wings trying to stay awake.
Slowly catching her tired breath,
the snake above brought her death.