Sunday, May 2, 2021

The Yellow Bird

 Every day just before the sunrise

The yellow bird gets up like a clockwork

A recurring tweet will follow, at times melodious, at times pensive on the tree Berk

The tweet is a nudge for her five kids to get up

The second one is the first and leans on the yellow birdie like a pup 

The next one to make it, is the littlest bub

Times is passing and the other three are still sleeping in the shrub

The Yellow bird can't wait any more and flies, looking up

They all manage a worm or two 

A little fight here and a bit of struggle there, too

The yellow bird picks three more  for the sleeping Coo Coos

The fourth one is not there any more as he flew on his own in to the dew

The third and fifth get one worms each

A tad hungry, they still want to preach

One ate without any gratitude

The other complained, it's the same worm food

The yellow bird tweets in a recurring way again

The melodious tweet has hope and hopelessness all twirled with rain!