Family Tree

A bird's nest rests in the tree above me.
The home of three brothers,
whose mother will fret when they turn sixteen
and stay out past curfew.
Today, however, she puts her toddlers down for a nap;
silently cursing her neighbors the Jays
and that busy-body mockingbird.
Before finally, settling down by the fire
with a novel and a cup of tea
while checking on her boys periodically.