I read a reference to this poem... then went and found the poem. I like it, so I'm sharing it, because thats how I roll.
The Stare's Nest by My Window
The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We are...
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