Empty Branch


An egg laid precariously on a 
slim branch of a Plumeria tree.
Parental terns watched over with
devoted care and was never unattended.

Finally a new chick peeks out 
from under a white feathery breast,
eyes on a new tropical world 
inspiring the haiku - 

Fluffy and flightless
clinging tight to home branch
a wonder of nature.

Nature that can be less than Motherly 
and quite harsh and cruel.
Today I stand under the Plumeria staring
at an empty branch through misty eyes.
Mother and baby. Kwajalein April 2022. Photo by Greg Vessar.
My little friend. Kwajalein April 2022. Photo by Greg Vessar.
A sad empty branch. Kwajalein April 2022. Photo by Greg Vessar.

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