Bigger Neighbor Poem by Chan Mongol

BIGGER NEIGHBOR
May 21,2019
By: Chan Mongol

A bird with wings sits on a tree,
She sings for herself, not for me.
I attentively hear when she speaks,
I don't know meanings of her lyrics.

Her tones are the matter, not her;
I listen to her sweet voices in the ear.
I don't care for her size or color,
My concern is her life as a singer!

And she sings for own reason,
She comes and goes in her season.
She doesn't sing in my request,
For own urges, she makes her nest.

Her freedom is so obvious, clear;
I behave as her bigger neighbor.
I don't want her to be nervous;
I want her presence, it's so obvious.

Sometimes she screams and I know that,
She yells to chase out the alleyway cat.
The cat sees my stick and stops the feud,
He runs away and bird likes my attitude.

People's eyes would stick at the tree,
And the little bird, nobody will see.
Similarly, I am so ordinary and I write;
Not to catch anyone's attention, eyesight!

I write like the bird sings in her voice
To like or not to like it is your choice.
My ideas are written as narrative poetry;
I write about life, virtues, nature, tree.