The Forbidden Flight

The little bird, fluttered hard

Perched on a twig, near her nest

Next to her, mother stood guard

Telling her babe now to rest

Neither a babe nor grown up yet

She has just learnt how to fly

She knows not that the oasis there

Is only a clever snare

She ventures further but little does she know

That the bait is carefully laid

One wrong move, will surely prove

Why her mother's nest was so safe

"Stay babe", the mother says

"Wait till you perfect your flight"

But the thoughts that cross her little heart

Add to the hunter's delight

The golden grains in the silver cage

Were the hunter's alluring ways

The young bird flew but little she knew

That the oasis was to be her grave