haiku hold the world
in seventeen syllables
tiny nest of words
pattern of our days
my neighbor revs his engine
drives off in the dark
birds start to gossip
in bare trees, in the still dark
possible robins
though what do I know
about bird calls? It could be
anyone at all
what I can tell you
is this world wants to be seen
be here to see it
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
This is great!
Love the “nest of words” 🙂 And the birds.