She rests her wings

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.