The Kidz n da nest have flown da crib.
We're empty nesters again. Donna was out on the deck, prying the bush's branches apart, checking on the young cardinals. She looked up and said, " They're gone! "
And that they are. Yesterday they were making a racket. In retrospect, I guess they were shouting, " We're outa here! " So tonight it's just Donna, Gracie and me. The bush is back to being just a bush; it's not a home. There's a nest stuck in there, but it's empty. So it goes.
So they go.
I can't help but think we expedited a process that probably, under normal ( natural ) circumstances, takes longer. I'm guessing that the parents, who watched us Sunday trying to get that deck umbrella over the bush - then seeing it explode - said to each other:
" We need maybe to go to plan B. "
" we talkin' exit strategy here? "
" Ya got that right. "
" Gittin' kind a violent in this hood. "
" Things explodin' n shit. "
" Yeah. "
" Gotta get the kidz outa that bush... "
" Give 'em a push... "
" A push. Yeah... "
" Let's go. "
( They fly into the bush )