Little Birdie

Little Birdie At early dawn solitude surrounds Sun is about to cross the horizon Shortly it will glow on east point in the sky. The mother bird is flying high Almost reaching the clouds Even it keeps a keen eye On its nestling on tree top Resting in the nest Siting indolent With half closed eyes. Little birdie likes to idle, dawdle Being oblivious of rising Sun It does not care at all. Baby waits for mother’s call. Red Sun comes up Shining rays falling on the wing Alerts the drowsy fledgling Mild warmth thawed sloth Snappy vigor came forth Wings outstretching sharp Mother bird descends with head down Calling, whistling making shrill sound Little birdie flaps its wings It responds with sweet chirping Mother and baby swooped Both reached the ground. Two come close nearest to each other Mother puts its beak in hurry On tender neck of cute birdie With earnest ardor Sun feels proud to shower energy ray Bird and chirpy birdie flew away. 11/09/15 Contest Any Poem Honorable mention Sponsor Poet Destroyer A.