Dark into its den submissively shrinking
Twinkle came in triumphantly invading
Long waited glister the world tendering
There comes at last the blissful morning
The big tree just in front so far sleeping
With melodious sounds now pullulating
Joining the chorals in the new day praising
‘Robbie’ and ‘Tweetie’,up there, happily singing.
A kiss, a hug then ‘Robbie’ is away flying
Over the tree, the sky for a while roaming
To distant plains, remote streams heading
Food for their newborn nestlings seeking.
‘Tweetie’ out of the tree never venturing
Her homey , cosy nest beautifully trimming
Against winds and dangers dutifully fortifying
Her progeny in the cradle peacefully snuggling.
One day ‘Tweetie’ heard of a world, bewitching.
Wonder in her heart was slowly prevailing
Her existence looks now pitifully unavailing
For change and exemption unprecedentedly longing.
She leaves the next morning, all perils dwarfing
From above, she can see where she was dwelling.
A tremor along her spine painfully repelling
Freedom spell all her being controlling.
In the world ‘Tweetie’ went on wandering and feeling
More and more magic her innocence discovering
Unaware of predators in the hide lurking
Until they attacked all the charm shattering.
Remorse, fear over her mind gaining
‘Tweetie’ returned to her fledglings
The nest now empty in parts falling
She waited and waits and waiting