A Bird in My Windowsill
Once a bird sat on my windowsill
Chirped for me to hear
I opened up the window
The bird just had no fear
I wondered how it could be so
And spoke to the little thing
It looked at me as if knowing
Whatever I was saying.
It was the cutest bird that came to me
With blue wings and some green
Such a pretty bird before
I had never seen.
Then it hopped into the house
I wondered what she’d do
I don’t know why I think it she
I didn’t have a clue.
I got an old shoe box
The best I had at home,
I filled it with some cotton
And some green leaves I had grown.
I placed it in one corner
And called to the bird to live
It hobbled to its new nest
That’s the best I could give.
The bird sat in it
And chirped to say thank you
I hadn’t the faintest idea
What it would really do.
I set out on my morning work
Spent the day wondering
All about the bird.
When evening I had got home,
The bird greeted me
It hopped on to the boxes edge
Wanting me to see.
I saw two little eggs
It had laid in the nest
Now I know that it knew
This place was the best.
I gave it some feed
And water in a bowl
It ate and drank
God bless this little soul.
I sat down in my easy chair
The bird flew straight at me
Sat upon my shoulder
Chirping happily.
Children came home from school
Wife from work returned,
They were all surprised
And spoke to the bird in turns.
Time passed by the chicks grew wings
And began to fly away
But the bird and the fledglings
Would come back once a day.
Copyright © Trevor Dsouza | Year Posted 2024
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