A twig

Just think how mundane
And how most of us would ignore;
It is an integral component to a bird
And the nest they build,
Yes, in plural, they, male and female,
Coordinate and curl and shape
A twig, then another, and another.
A twig, a fallen limb from a tree,
A twig bent to make a nest so strong
To withstand the weather elements.

That twig is their labor, their home, future,
Where a fragile shell will be cuddled into birthing,
Into life, into the continuation of this specie.

A twig.