There’s a Nest in the Purple-Flowered Tree
Sore throats and ear infections, stomach
flu, dislocated collar bones, one broken arm,
chickenpox, a brain tumor, injuries on bikes,
skates, Flexi-flyers, car accidents, trampled-on
feelings, and from none of these was I able
to protect my children despite my vigilance,
so yes, I understand the mockingbird’s
fierce guarding—his swoop from the roof
to nip the dog’s ear, racing across the brick
fence when we open the gate by the tree—
those are his babies he’s keeping safe,
and he has yet to find it’s impossible.
I can send the dog out back, and we can
use our side entrance, but I can’t help him
with the hawk crouched on top
of the lamp post or the crows circling the yard.
There will always be a cat
sitting beneath the purple-flowered tree.
Victoria Melekian lives in Carlsbad, California. Her stories and poems have been published in print and online anthologies. She’s twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. For more, visit her website: https://victoriamelekian.com/