Architect Of The Nest Poem by Stewart Watkins
Architect Of The Nest
Without a bachelor's, master's, or PhD to think of,
No need, as this architect is adept, with credentials from above.
With its pristine vision, it takes twigs and all sorts of organic things,
And with an industrious spirit, it masterfully builds with its beak, digits, and wings.
Soon, there's the completion of a winsome design,
A naturally fortified rendering by the divine.
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