The Lost Shelter

The bird flew away

One day

Seeking shelter

Elsewhere.

Looking for twigs

Which was rare.

Instead found

Pieces of junk, metal

And plastic

That was toxic.

The beaks bled

Picking the trash

And filling

The little muscular bag

It's tummy.

Apparently full

But it wasn't so.

There was a confusion

It was an illusion.

The bird

Was seen picking food

From the open landfills

And filth lying amass

By the roads and drains

It mistook them for

Nuts and grains

Which surprisingly

Didn't taste the same.

The food accumulated

In the stomach

Filled it

But killed it.

If Only

The trees weren't felled

And the bird

Didn't have to wander

Helter-skelter

For its food

And shelter