The Bird. Poem by Nyagaka Charles

Just as the nightingale praises God for the newborn day,
The crow hushes in shame for it is shy,
And the hawk dives at his prey from high;
The bat feels humiliated and sly
So he retires leaving daylight for ones with an eye.
The seabird smiles and catches up with the group,
She knows she'll be safer if she drop;
While the parrot practices her words and play,
Cause unlike the ostrich she can’t run to safety,
And unlike the dove she can’t be innocent and pray,
She has to talk her way out of slay!

Day goes by and as the flightless emu
Looks up and adores the eagle soaring the blue,
A flamingo in her nest scorches in the sun,
And yearns for a weaver's nest as the storm closes in.
The sparrow enjoys his meal as the drizzle dies away,
Yet the vulture cant hunt a delicacy alway.
Watching the hummingbird hover
Around the blossoming bright juicy flower,
The woodpecker can only smile for he knows
He shouldn’t loose his grip lest he fall to his demise! .

The bird in their niche envy the rest
Yet they know wherever they are, there they fit,
And there they can call home and of all conditions, best.
A world of diversities met me at birth,
I grew in it hoping not to face the wrath,
But it's my fate, it seems, as long as i breath,
Hence with the despised bird I'll share ambition and wit,
That in this my own niche of spite,
And yeah, in this environment: I can make it.