Birds At Dawn

In the early wee hours at the break of dawn

Clumsily getting up from the bed with a yawn

Sky wakes up spreading orange grey hues

Slowly the color turning into soft light blues

Time of utter commotion in the aviation worlds

Uninterrupted incessant loud chirping of birds

Sparrows Mynas Parrots Doves and Crows

Communication excitement all the more grows

Sole priority is what to feed the young one

The discussion of that days journey is done

Immediately rushing out of the sanctuary gate

The birds fly to different directions in haste

To return with tiny morsels in their beaks

To feed the open mouths of chicks, neck at peaks

Survival is the simple reason to live with freedom

Simplicity is the virtue of the Animal kingdom