Tuck tuck tuck tuck churp churp

I nest.
Horsehair here, little feather down there...
ribbons tied about door handles,
yarn strewn from the beams,
paper stars on the windowsill...
I nest.
nest nest nest.

Don't we all want someone for whom to build a nest?
Someone to flitter to the brim and peek in and say, "Churp cheep, what a sweet little nesty nest! How precious and silly your little bits of home are!"