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.
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