She roosted her nest under a ledge on my front porch.  
I hope we can become friends.
But she is afraid.

I speak to her softly in a high pitched voice.
Yet she flies away…

How magical it would be if she had her babies on that ledge.
But whatever happens, I understand.
We are who we are…

I pray she and her babies fend well.
Yet I understand that I may never know.
Love is like that…

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