I don't feel the comfort
Of a good tidy nest
And the forgetfulness of the self
Between collective feathers

Why don't I feel it
The little ones humming
The older ones sighing in content
The middle ones bringing the worms

Why don't I feel it
Each time they gather
Bringing their fruits
And me and my mom like a dry tree


The nest is a happy place
For the souls of the organism
Lollypops offered by grandparents with joy
One for me too

Why can't I feel it
This satisfaction of no position

Just being part of a nest.