The Smell of Sawdust

Trapped in a birdhouse

With one way in and one

Way out.

Destined to return and

Make it home.

Unpainted wood walls,

The smell of sawdust.

Twigs and dead leaves

Line the bottom but

Will it be warm enough?

Nails rusting as the roof

Splits—swollen cedar;

Mold moves in, fallen

Feathers join the nest.