Jumping the Nest





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a tale we all share at some point...

Written by me: @genevieve

© Genevieve Kubica

Jumping the Nest

In a sleepy fog of dawns repose,

In a sleepy fog of dawns repose, Three baby birds wait patiently for their mother

In a sleepy fog of dawns repose, Three baby birds wait patiently for their mother While nestled in a homemade cradle

In a sleepy fog of dawns repose, Three baby birds wait patiently for their mother While nestled in a homemade cradle Made of warm, downy feathers and woven twine.

I watch for the mother bird to come back

I watch for the mother bird to come back As I sit in the serenity of my sun porch

I watch for the mother bird to come back As I sit in the serenity of my sun porch Sipping a morning cup of rich cream and coffee,

I watch for the mother bird to come back As I sit in the serenity of my sun porch Sipping a morning cup of rich cream and coffee, Focusing in on the piping hot steam enveloping my nose.

I can tell already the baby birds and I share a feeling of warm comfort

I can tell already the baby birds and I share a feeling of warm comfort As we are embraced in the protective hold of our homes.

Noticing the three babies crouch down timidly,

Noticing the three babies crouch down timidly, I am suddenly frazzled out of my relaxing daydream

Noticing the three babies crouch down timidly, I am suddenly frazzled out of my relaxing daydream As my own mother parades onto the porch.

Caustically she comments: “Aren’t they ready to leave the nest already?!”

Caustically she comments: “Aren’t they ready to leave the nest already?!” Making note of how overgrown they look

Caustically she comments: “Aren’t they ready to leave the nest already?!” Making note of how overgrown they look Squeezing tightly against one another.

I realize the baby birds and I have a lot in common.

I realize the baby birds and I have a lot in common, And it has me wondering if my mother feels the same way

I realize the baby birds and I have a lot in common, And it has me wondering if my mother feels the same way Because I still live at home.

I realize the baby birds and I have a lot in common, And it has me wondering if my mother feels the same way Because I still live at home. Does she wish for me to jump already?

Mornings turn to dusk until a few days pass by,

Mornings turn to dusk until a few days pass by, And I spot only one baby bird left.

Mornings turn to dusk until a few days pass by, And I spot only one baby bird left. Their mother still bringing the daily worm, like clockwork.

Later on that same day,

Later on that same day, the last lonely one jumps the nest,

Later on that same day, the last lonely one jumps the nest, And in that moment,

Later on that same day, the last lonely one jumps the nest, And in that moment, I vow to myself:

Later on that same day, the last lonely one jumps the nest, And in that moment, I vow to myself: Soon,

Later on that same day, the last lonely one jumps the nest, And in that moment, I vow to myself: Soon, I will take that same jump out of the nest.

xoxo -Genevieve

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