the 3 little birdies

The bird's nest swaying
By the wind constantly
Brushing it ruslting with the leaves
As it holds on the journey begins

The little birdies think otherwise
In the wide open space they want to fly
In the narrow convex shape nest
The 3 little birdies feel the traffic jam

As the days pass
They have grown
The space has become restricted
They feel they can't take it

Wings formed not perfectly yet
Feathers on the bodies still growing
Eyes still closed blind as well
Yet they go jumping out from the nest

Landed on the soft soil
They survived the fall
Put them back in the nest
When I heard so much tweeting noises
So I went to investigate

The parent birds tweeting loudly
Thinking a predator has come
To steal away the little birdies
It is them jumping out from the nest!