LITTLE BIRD

She comes to my balcony,

Her voice, so sweet.

Whenever she chirps,

It’s time for her to eat.

I feed her grains, I feed her seeds,

Seeing me so close she flies away.

She will be comfortable with me,

with the passing of days.

I watch her playing,

And love her presence.

I enjoy it silently,

To fill the morning with essence.

She chirps in the morning to wake me up,

Chirp when I feed her in a cup.

I know what she wants,

When she “CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP.”