My Friend

My friend I can see a bird is going out of sight heading for the tree tops height I really wish he would turn back and not depart I will share my coat to warm its heart. I’ll call him I may reach him just in time he hears my call, no more climb Watching him hovering Wings pivoting, he’s turning back Swiftly in flight, I keep him on track Feet touching down Landing in my coat pocket part He felt my warm and caring heart Safe and secure Fluttering his yellow soft wings It’s joy, that’s what he brings Searching for affection There was no home to be A storm had taken his family. Desperate and lonely He didn’t want to live Frightened with nothing to give But I knew He could sing me to sleep wake up to and keep Began to talk He wanted a home but not a cage Needed freedom at his young age Prim and proper Fills the room with a melodious tune Keeps chanting till the night moon Awakens at dawn His jute box stirs my ears He smiles without fears Wings arching up Windows are open letting the sun fill in Free to fly out and return again Now and forever A gift from the winds friendship now begins