her nest…  a vestible of splendor
rests its minuscule circle of soft flora
quietly upon a pedestal with demure.

two white receptacles lie demure
awaiting their entrance into life’s splendor,
waking to their mama and the attar of flora

leaning against surrounding flora
in their downy demure
longing for their first flight of splendor.

and now departing wings know splendor across kentucky flora with open demure.