Empty nest

Etchings on the door
Still tell how you shot up in inches
The door you went out
Waits to get you in.
Your door has the labels
Your name so well drawn
The door is open not closed - your habit
Your swivel chair so still
So inviting the soft leather
The table un characteristically neat
Now the phone and skype connects us
When you are less busy
My dad called you busy bee !

Waiting

The thick glass keeps me cool
As I look at the groaning birds
Some waltz around
Looking for a nest
Others look to fly away
The master voice keeps them engaged
Birds are big
Birds are small
Their tails different shades
They carry many tales
I look for mine
With a palm so green
I can see others too with the palms on tail
Yes birds of same feather flock together