The Birds Poem by Nafisa SB

I stare with wonder
At the trees torn asunder
With a stroke of the axe
That can bend people's backs
The leaves bend and whisper
They all seem to confer
Are they sorry at their plight
Are they mourning all this blight?
As the men hack the trunk
I walk towards my bunk
For there's a terrible pain in my head
Which feels as heavy as lead
I sit on my chair in a trance
While my dogs around me prance
‘What's made me so moody? ' I think
As my third cup of coffee, I drink
Then I remember the birds so wee
Sitting helplessly on the tree
I feel a pang tug at my heart
I grab my coat - and away do dart
I reach the tree just in time
For just as I rescue the young ones from the grime
A branch falls down on their nest
As I sigh, and stroke their tender breasts.
A warmth fills up and envelops my heart
As I feed the birds crumbs and some tart
My heart sings, as I stroke a little red crest
Yes - now I can sit back for a well-earned rest.