Up my backyard tree
A family is my guest
In a happy living spree
Cozy in their nest!
I saw them build it strong
With whatever scraps they found
Laboring all along
To beak-pick them from ground!
Secure and steady
The nest was soon ready
To welcome in one morn
Cute little new born!
Rearing them is hard
Feeding the hungry brood
When mother stands on guard
The father goes for food!
Fast they grow sweet chicks
From fluffy to colored plumage
It’s a matter of weeks
Before they turn a new page!
I don’t want them to haste
But I know they would soon fly
Leaving a hole in my heart
For the expanse of the sky!
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