Distraction

Got something to read,

But I got distracted by a bird,

Searching for a place to build its shelter,

It arrived at my abode.

I couldn't help but look at its movements, I felt the joy in its singing.

I and the bird were alone,

I looked at it,

And it looked at me,

The place was quiet and cold,

Adoring the little blackbird became a pleasant memory.

Early morning passed by,

And the construction started,

The noises were loud,

It silenced the bird's chirping,

And it departed.