In My Nest

I'm curled up,
Warm and comfortable
In a nest of my own making.
The window's open;
I left it so,
To listen to the rain.

Now that little window crack
Lets through the songs of birds.
And so I sit here, snuggled up
Listening to their chirps.

I'm warm right here,
So warm and safe,
But I never get too hot.
For with the singing of the birds
Comes the pleasant wind of spring.

I could fall right back to sleep
And doze through this day of rest.
But instead, I'll greet the sun;
Tonight, I'll crawl in my nest.