The cute bird
Hopping closer..
Goodbye!
It was a simply evening with
autumn breeze whistling by
I was strolling on the rooftop
When a little bird I did spy.
It was a dainty little thing
Perched atop a hedge
It didn’t shrink away
Rather teetered closer to the edge.
With genial amusement
I looked down at the fledgling
And quite nonchalantly near
my feet hopped the nestling.
How bonny was the chick
Red beaked and chubby
Looking up with inky eyes
Chirping, happy, and tubby.
In the distance came a chirp
Calling the birdie to its nest
With a cheeky glance at me
It flew back home to rest.
Tapasmi 