The nest was made out of white branches and red string. It looked like a sort of candy cane at the top of the tree. There, the robin layed three eggs. All of them were perfectly round and colored the color of blue ice with brown speckles. One day, when the robin was killed by a robin, the eggs were adopted by a sparrow.
Irena
The dog lies in his nest, frustrated and annoyed, while I look at him heartily for running away all the way to the supermarket. While I was running after him I laughed a little in my head because I thought about how I wanted to go out to get some excersice.
the sharp stick prods my skin. ouch! mom forgot to put some down over here, and i can just maneuver around by blackened, blind, world enough to bump into one of my siblings. his distressed chirp is enough to startles me, and i can hear mom’s wings beating the air down above me. it’s feeding time here, here at the nest.
syrest
There was a bird who was lonely. A bird who didnt know how to be like others. He was left in the nest of his mother’s wings. He couldnt fly. Other birds whould chirp and squeal and he would cry in that big brown nest.
Olivia
Nesting was not something that I ever had to think about in my life. My family was always movie and it never did any good to try and settle down because once we did my Mom would pull a game and we’d have to be off again. So actually having to stay somewhere for more than 2 weeks and form relationships was not something I was looking forward to.
nest is home. home to a few little creatures. we ourselves can call our homes a nest and it is not funny. nest can be made from love among us and that’s something we should always remember. that’s such a cute thought.
tit
the bird rested in the nest. He just got his first pray. It was a mangled mouse. The smell was intoxicating. His heart beat was still uneasy from he acceleration of the moment.
Anastasios
He built a house like a bower bird builds a nest. He filled it with every convenience and shiny appliances, vanities, tiffany lamps….anything shiny and beautiful.
Amelia darland
I saw a nest on the branch of the tree next to my window. It wasn’t there a month ago. Surely, things have changed. But it seems like I’m still the same. I haven’t changed a bit.
zhimlee
This is where home is. This is your mother making a bed for you in her room. Without our nest, where are we supposed to come home to? A nest is something to work for. A nest is a goal. My nest is my past, and it will never be my future. The future only works to build more nests for more people.
Nicole
Nest egg
Rats nest
Nest
To form a home to make own your own
Nest me
Leave
The nest
Lonely
Lauren
I have a bird who lives in a nest. it frolics and plays but never leaves it’s nest. I think it’s lonely but it never shows any sign. It lives and breathes and breeds in this nest. that is truth in BEING.
Cameron
I always loved birds’ nest soaps when I was a child. There was something about it that seemed so rarefied, a bit of Marie Antoinette washed up for the guest bathroom. The little robin’s egg blues had all the delicacy of the real thing, with none of the threat or portent of omelette disasters. I also loved the packaging–the glass apothecary’s jars, the brown twine that came inside like the real twigs of a bird’s nest.
JS
Nest, a place for safety. Safe keeping. Like a home. It keeps you from the harm of the outside world. From the danger of those out there, from thins you know nothing of.
the bird was having a party in his nest. He got all his friends round, they had to all bring something from their nest too to add to birds nest. It was 6 oclock and coco the pidgeon arrived.
demmms
“Like the way baby birds leave the nest” My mother finished her sentence.
“Im not leaving yet.” I told her.
She smiled “Hannah, you love him, you’ll move in with him and start your own family, one day you’ve got to leave me.”
“I know.” I sighed “But dad…”
mee123
A bird’s nest is a place for eggs to be incubated and hatched, producing new life. A nest is also the metaphorical place for humans to raise their young. This stems into an “empty nest” when those young grow up and leave to make their own nests. Nests are all about the circle of life.
Christi
birds live in a nest. little baby birdies grow up there but then later, when they grow up they have to leave and the mommy bird has to let them go. But leaving can be scary.
Nests are make of twigs and branches and leaves. Our neighbors cat tries to eat the birds in our backyard.
Alex
this is what mothers do when they are waiting for the baby to arrive that they did not carry themselves, the baby they could not conceive the baby they did not give birth for. This is their way of preparing of opening the door to their hearts and their homes
Rose Aschebrock
you’ll pick all the pieces .. try to fix them .. and search for the missing parts.. you’ll try to see your treasured memories, may they be happy or full of sorrow.. so you are going to put them all together and call it a nest…
a nest to lay them into.. waiting for them to grow; to change .. and become the roots of your future ..
noway
The birds nest is high in the sky and I have to crane my neck to look up at it. I wonder what amazing exotic creatures live in this nest, because I’ve found others with unique species in them on this unexplored island.
I usually wake up at around eight in the morning. But last night, I can’t sleep well. And so I woke up at 4 am. I heard the birds outside. They were singing beautiful tunes. And I thought about where their nests might be. Their nests must be on that one tree that is standing in our street. And it feels so delightful and scary at the same time.
Raya Mae
He curled up in the sheets tight, twisting them around his torso like a cozy bird’s nest. The world was much too heavy for Auron today.
for a bird something people come back to. lovers. someplace of solace. children growing up. A place to cuddle up! Personalized.
nitara
One day I was walking in the park, and up there, in the highest tree, was a bird nest. I gazed up at it, awestruck by the detail that had been put into creating, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of nature around me. I looked over to my brother and whispered “What a lovely day it is, isn’t it?” He looked at me with the utmost sincerity and said “Its perfect”. He leaned in and gave me a hug, which concluded a wonderful day. THE END.
Sonja
home and sleep is all I want now. traveling is so fun but at the end of the day, my friend’s family is not my family. this bed is not my bed. this home is not my home. distractions aren’t enough to keep this spell going.
shannon
As I whipped past the driveway, riding on my rusty old bike, my ears caught the sound of shrill chirping high above my head. I immediately pulled on the brakes and listened.
There it was again.
I looked for the source of the sound and saw, up on the tree, a bird’s nest with three little chicks calling for their mother.
I smiled at the sight and continued on to my ride, looking back to see a huge bird perch on the same branch.
I have never seen nest, but I would like to see one one day. Nest represents nurture, comfort, and safety. I still feel that I am like a baby bird in a nest, waiting for its mom.
I am grateful that I have a mommy bird who will protect me in any situations. However, I know that someday I need to become independent and fly away from the nest.
Grace
my nest is empty since Meg left. Now it’s just me and a load of feathers. Lonely, fluffy feathers. Guess I should move to somewhere more permanent. And not made from straw, gets soggy.
Sandi
Warm as anything, deep as anything. Dark and snug. She feels the wind tug gently at her hair but her body is sheltered. So protected. All above is a circular window of the sky framed by black leaves and branches. In the middle, the moon.
i feel like home is where the heart is. not having ever had roots, my nest was where i belonged. it surrounds you with protection and warmth, giving you emotional shelter and nurturing. the comfort zone of all comfort zones. where is mine? what is it made out of? having left my own, i’m left helpless at the prospect of building my own.
Jackie
There was a bird in the ground. A tiny little bird. Seemed that it falled out of its nest.
And the bird was so tiny, so fragile. Some people might say it was ugly, since it had no feathers at all, and its eyes were so closed.
But I thought it was beautiful. It was a new born. It was a new life.
Sara
thought there would be a different word the next time i clicked the button. i was wrong. i am back again here with the nest. like the birds and the turtles. turtles have beaks like birds. turtles cannot fly. if turtles could fly this world would be a better place. flying turtles should run US politics. there are no corrupt turtles. turtles love. love turtles. love birds. love bugs. chocolate turtles. maybe.
Chris K
a place where life is. the start. stomping grounds. knowledge. harsh joining of the world. welcome. fly. roost. return. chow down. sounds of nature. jump in. don’t blink. love. motherly.
Chris K
A nest is a place in which birds cradle their young. The metaphor of leaving the nest is often one described by mothers about their children growing up and leaving home. Mothers often feel this pang the hardest once their babies reach adolescence or head to college and become more independent individuals.
The idea of flying the nest, to many young people is an exciting new phase of life in which one can become an adult and not have to rely on their parents to nurture and protect them, however many people will always see the nest as home and return there in a nostalgic attempt to return to their childhood times.
kaley
where baby birds sleep. the mother makes it with various things such as branches, and leaves. babes are cute. birds i mean. when they sleep and oh dear lord.once when i was little i found a nest. my friend destroyed it. i was really sad and i tried to make another nest. thank god the eggs didn’t break. i made the nest out of mobile phone remains.
Alexandra
The best nest in the rest o the world is the one that I fond most vomfortable, It looks nothing lika nest but with my sheila lying oon the nest as well it converts an others cold and unwelcoming pair of sheets to a warm pair of toaster grillers
A haven. A place i can rest and peacefully think of my dreams and future. A place where I can find people who i love and also love me in return. :) HAPPINESS
chriza
Haven for birds, where in they lay their eggs and grow their child. Where birds first learn to fly. Where they had their family before they have their own.
The nest was made out of white branches and red string. It looked like a sort of candy cane at the top of the tree. There, the robin layed three eggs. All of them were perfectly round and colored the color of blue ice with brown speckles. One day, when the robin was killed by a robin, the eggs were adopted by a sparrow.
The dog lies in his nest, frustrated and annoyed, while I look at him heartily for running away all the way to the supermarket. While I was running after him I laughed a little in my head because I thought about how I wanted to go out to get some excersice.
the sharp stick prods my skin. ouch! mom forgot to put some down over here, and i can just maneuver around by blackened, blind, world enough to bump into one of my siblings. his distressed chirp is enough to startles me, and i can hear mom’s wings beating the air down above me. it’s feeding time here, here at the nest.
There was a bird who was lonely. A bird who didnt know how to be like others. He was left in the nest of his mother’s wings. He couldnt fly. Other birds whould chirp and squeal and he would cry in that big brown nest.
Nesting was not something that I ever had to think about in my life. My family was always movie and it never did any good to try and settle down because once we did my Mom would pull a game and we’d have to be off again. So actually having to stay somewhere for more than 2 weeks and form relationships was not something I was looking forward to.
nest is home. home to a few little creatures. we ourselves can call our homes a nest and it is not funny. nest can be made from love among us and that’s something we should always remember. that’s such a cute thought.
the bird rested in the nest. He just got his first pray. It was a mangled mouse. The smell was intoxicating. His heart beat was still uneasy from he acceleration of the moment.
He built a house like a bower bird builds a nest. He filled it with every convenience and shiny appliances, vanities, tiffany lamps….anything shiny and beautiful.
I saw a nest on the branch of the tree next to my window. It wasn’t there a month ago. Surely, things have changed. But it seems like I’m still the same. I haven’t changed a bit.
This is where home is. This is your mother making a bed for you in her room. Without our nest, where are we supposed to come home to? A nest is something to work for. A nest is a goal. My nest is my past, and it will never be my future. The future only works to build more nests for more people.
Nest egg
Rats nest
Nest
To form a home to make own your own
Nest me
Leave
The nest
Lonely
I have a bird who lives in a nest. it frolics and plays but never leaves it’s nest. I think it’s lonely but it never shows any sign. It lives and breathes and breeds in this nest. that is truth in BEING.
I always loved birds’ nest soaps when I was a child. There was something about it that seemed so rarefied, a bit of Marie Antoinette washed up for the guest bathroom. The little robin’s egg blues had all the delicacy of the real thing, with none of the threat or portent of omelette disasters. I also loved the packaging–the glass apothecary’s jars, the brown twine that came inside like the real twigs of a bird’s nest.
Nest, a place for safety. Safe keeping. Like a home. It keeps you from the harm of the outside world. From the danger of those out there, from thins you know nothing of.
Nest.
Built twig by twig,
Easily blown apart by the wind.
And yet built again, meticulously.
the bird was having a party in his nest. He got all his friends round, they had to all bring something from their nest too to add to birds nest. It was 6 oclock and coco the pidgeon arrived.
“Like the way baby birds leave the nest” My mother finished her sentence.
“Im not leaving yet.” I told her.
She smiled “Hannah, you love him, you’ll move in with him and start your own family, one day you’ve got to leave me.”
“I know.” I sighed “But dad…”
A bird’s nest is a place for eggs to be incubated and hatched, producing new life. A nest is also the metaphorical place for humans to raise their young. This stems into an “empty nest” when those young grow up and leave to make their own nests. Nests are all about the circle of life.
birds live in a nest. little baby birdies grow up there but then later, when they grow up they have to leave and the mommy bird has to let them go. But leaving can be scary.
Nests are make of twigs and branches and leaves. Our neighbors cat tries to eat the birds in our backyard.
this is what mothers do when they are waiting for the baby to arrive that they did not carry themselves, the baby they could not conceive the baby they did not give birth for. This is their way of preparing of opening the door to their hearts and their homes
you’ll pick all the pieces .. try to fix them .. and search for the missing parts.. you’ll try to see your treasured memories, may they be happy or full of sorrow.. so you are going to put them all together and call it a nest…
a nest to lay them into.. waiting for them to grow; to change .. and become the roots of your future ..
The birds nest is high in the sky and I have to crane my neck to look up at it. I wonder what amazing exotic creatures live in this nest, because I’ve found others with unique species in them on this unexplored island.
I usually wake up at around eight in the morning. But last night, I can’t sleep well. And so I woke up at 4 am. I heard the birds outside. They were singing beautiful tunes. And I thought about where their nests might be. Their nests must be on that one tree that is standing in our street. And it feels so delightful and scary at the same time.
He curled up in the sheets tight, twisting them around his torso like a cozy bird’s nest. The world was much too heavy for Auron today.
for a bird something people come back to. lovers. someplace of solace. children growing up. A place to cuddle up! Personalized.
One day I was walking in the park, and up there, in the highest tree, was a bird nest. I gazed up at it, awestruck by the detail that had been put into creating, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of nature around me. I looked over to my brother and whispered “What a lovely day it is, isn’t it?” He looked at me with the utmost sincerity and said “Its perfect”. He leaned in and gave me a hug, which concluded a wonderful day. THE END.
home and sleep is all I want now. traveling is so fun but at the end of the day, my friend’s family is not my family. this bed is not my bed. this home is not my home. distractions aren’t enough to keep this spell going.
As I whipped past the driveway, riding on my rusty old bike, my ears caught the sound of shrill chirping high above my head. I immediately pulled on the brakes and listened.
There it was again.
I looked for the source of the sound and saw, up on the tree, a bird’s nest with three little chicks calling for their mother.
I smiled at the sight and continued on to my ride, looking back to see a huge bird perch on the same branch.
I have never seen nest, but I would like to see one one day. Nest represents nurture, comfort, and safety. I still feel that I am like a baby bird in a nest, waiting for its mom.
I am grateful that I have a mommy bird who will protect me in any situations. However, I know that someday I need to become independent and fly away from the nest.
my nest is empty since Meg left. Now it’s just me and a load of feathers. Lonely, fluffy feathers. Guess I should move to somewhere more permanent. And not made from straw, gets soggy.
Warm as anything, deep as anything. Dark and snug. She feels the wind tug gently at her hair but her body is sheltered. So protected. All above is a circular window of the sky framed by black leaves and branches. In the middle, the moon.
i feel like home is where the heart is. not having ever had roots, my nest was where i belonged. it surrounds you with protection and warmth, giving you emotional shelter and nurturing. the comfort zone of all comfort zones. where is mine? what is it made out of? having left my own, i’m left helpless at the prospect of building my own.
There was a bird in the ground. A tiny little bird. Seemed that it falled out of its nest.
And the bird was so tiny, so fragile. Some people might say it was ugly, since it had no feathers at all, and its eyes were so closed.
But I thought it was beautiful. It was a new born. It was a new life.
thought there would be a different word the next time i clicked the button. i was wrong. i am back again here with the nest. like the birds and the turtles. turtles have beaks like birds. turtles cannot fly. if turtles could fly this world would be a better place. flying turtles should run US politics. there are no corrupt turtles. turtles love. love turtles. love birds. love bugs. chocolate turtles. maybe.
a place where life is. the start. stomping grounds. knowledge. harsh joining of the world. welcome. fly. roost. return. chow down. sounds of nature. jump in. don’t blink. love. motherly.
A nest is a place in which birds cradle their young. The metaphor of leaving the nest is often one described by mothers about their children growing up and leaving home. Mothers often feel this pang the hardest once their babies reach adolescence or head to college and become more independent individuals.
The idea of flying the nest, to many young people is an exciting new phase of life in which one can become an adult and not have to rely on their parents to nurture and protect them, however many people will always see the nest as home and return there in a nostalgic attempt to return to their childhood times.
where baby birds sleep. the mother makes it with various things such as branches, and leaves. babes are cute. birds i mean. when they sleep and oh dear lord.once when i was little i found a nest. my friend destroyed it. i was really sad and i tried to make another nest. thank god the eggs didn’t break. i made the nest out of mobile phone remains.
The best nest in the rest o the world is the one that I fond most vomfortable, It looks nothing lika nest but with my sheila lying oon the nest as well it converts an others cold and unwelcoming pair of sheets to a warm pair of toaster grillers
A haven. A place i can rest and peacefully think of my dreams and future. A place where I can find people who i love and also love me in return. :) HAPPINESS
Haven for birds, where in they lay their eggs and grow their child. Where birds first learn to fly. Where they had their family before they have their own.