The Little Bird

The bags lay scattered

The bottles all empty , hung on the hook 

The kitchen stays clean and well stocked

For there is no rush to cook,

The little bird comes to the window

Looking for the morning bite

But there is no one, no food

That she can sight,

All are asleep

There is no rush

No chaos in the morning 

To catch the school bus.

We all had been longing

 for a holiday

We did get a long one

But no fun to go out and play.

The little bird came to the window

Did call out

'Wake up dearies, time to go out.'

Little does she know that

She is out and free

We are all locked up

To watch her whole day 

Flying in and out from the tree.