drowsy in the afternoon

The little birdies
Afternoon it's siesta time
Dozing off on the long pole
Heads bending low

Sound across the street
It will not wake it up
The sleepy mode kicks in
The drowsy afternoon heat

The little birdies
Days gone growing up quickly
In the cage flying and hopping
Trying to break out free

When whistling sound in the air
The little birdies stop flying and stare
Eyes picking up listen attentively
No more hopping around

In the heat of the afternoon
The little birdies take a nap
Bending heads so low.......
Until the parenting birds chirping them up