Native

A little Bird, Moved for living, He had chosen a tree, When he saw his native man. He didn’t frightened, He welcomed him and sang a song, Tried to fragrant his love, And danced on the branches. One day a guest came, And parked his car under the tree, When he saw the bird droppings He stared into the man’s eyes. He felt insult, He had decided to cut down the tree, He didn’t notice, Baby birds are growing in the nest, Tree fell down on his mouth, They cut the branches in pieces, When a cat saw the little birds, They were hiding for their life. A Man was standing in front, He didn’t stop them, He provoked her, Innocents were her taste. A bird was crying above the shade, He noticed, a dog, cat and man, Everyone was dumb and deaf, No bird came back to sing them a song.