Sonnet

They were in a daze.
And those that followed were apprehensive.
We will all find our way through life’s maze.
As St Philip says, try being prayerfully festive.

I had had a difficult talk about relationships.
Then I swam pass the coot making her nest of wood.
Her mate was calmly helping with sticks, mud and snips.
Both were doing all they could.

Here was no argument.
No dispute about what needs to be done.
Just get on with the job, don’t resent.
The birds seemed to have lots of fun.

There is no need for sadness.
Only joy and hopefulness.

Haiku

The bird makes her nest
Helped by her mate in all things
No resentment here