The Little Bird On My Grate
The Little Bird On My Grate
The morning’s when I got up dull and dry
Once came a tiny bird on my window grate
Singing sweet and chirping high
With all, it’s joy fulfilling
Hopping with those petite limbs, here and there
Flew away the moment I came by
Smaller than my palm
It flew high without any fear
Though it knew the blue sky had strokes and sharp spears
Rested in its bough on the leaves of a big brown bark
Peacefully slept because it was never scared of the dark
But one morning there wasn’t the lovely singing and glee
And when I look out I witness the big brown tree falling
Below which was a tall man standing.