The Stopover.....

This is not a gate but rather a stopover for the birds

as they fly from pillar to post, to ground to nest;

a roost, a vantage point, a place to look their very best.

As they groom their feathers or feed their young

the birds stop here for their tasks to be done.

Safe are they from neighbouring cats that prowl

who can only look hungrily at their prey and growl.

The birds know that this structure is theirs to claim

for to them it's not a gate but a roost with no name.....

This poem is in response to a challenge to write an 'object' poem that must begin with the words 'This is not...'.

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