A four line poem about: nests.
Because when we took off the old light fixture above the front porch this morning we discovered a nest crammed full of wasps. Thankfully they were all either dead or barely awake, but it was still rather startling. I have no idea how they managed to get back there.
Little Bobby is not so little now -
He's married with kids and living out west.
This house doesn't feel like a home these days,Just a big old crumbling empty nest.