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The Little Nest

The little nest that I found on the tree,
Was of a beautiful bird that I had never seen
There lay two birds very little,
With some pieces of straw very whittle.
 To find food for the little ones, the mother was on flight,
Dusk was falling and there was very little light.
I began to worry as for the mother was not back,
On the other hand the sky was turning pitch black.
 
I saw something zoom past the moonlight,
I feared that it was a scavenger and the babies might have to put up a fight.
I quickly hid in the bushes near,
So that I could attack the other bird and drive away the little ones fear.
 To my surprise it was a sparrow that had come,
And it was the little birds mum.
With seeds in its beak it had flown,
From a far away field where seeds were sown. 
 
At the day break of the next morning,
I could hear the little birds chirping,
Their sound reminded me of the little family I had seen,
And to go and check their whereabouts I was keen.
Dressing up quickly, towards the garden I rushed,
The early morning breeze dimly hushed,
I ran towards the tree where the babies hustled,
Each step of mine made the leaves rustle.
 
I found the nest vacant and the birds were missing,
And to where the birds had gone I only had to keep guessing,
I waited till evening expecting them to return, 
But disappointment was all I got in turn,  
The birds must have found itself a new home, 
And started life on its own




                                                   - Aadhya Venkatesh

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