Warbler

I heard them talk

On my morning walk

It was accidental

We are so judgmental

Crows are bitter

With their unkind twitter

Or so I thought

Isn’t it how it's taught?

I was stunned

When it turned

After grabbing a loaf of bread

Mid-flight and said

“Thank you for feeding me,

I’ll pray for you from that tree.”

And pointed to the pine

Did I drink too much wine?

I murmured to me

Straightened my tee

Walked ahead

To clear my head

To my utter shock

I met the eternal alarm clock

Not a cock, but the hen

Ladies get up before men

She yawned and uttered

A curse so puckered

“Them with their noises,

When will you guys lea

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rn to drown your voices?

Your gadgets disturb my beauty sleep,

Your vehicles are the biggest creep.”

Tongue-tied

I wish I could run and hide

Instead, I ate the humble pie

It shooed me away. ‘Why me?’ I cried to the sky

The sky was speechless too

The irony just exponentially grew

I sighed and took a step forward

Cuckoo chuckled, “It’s my turn to have a word.”

The sweetness was missing from its tone

I was so done being Dr. Do-Little’s clone

“Why me?” I asked helplessly in lieu

It laughed as if on cue

“You dream-walked straight into our coast,

we were just enjoying a bit of a roast."

“Now don’t be a spoilsport, nay nay

Get up and enjoy your day.”