the yellow vented bulbul birdie

In the morning

When the sun slowly smile

Blooming its rays in the sky

I heard the yellow vented bulbul

Cacking its sound near its nest

I watched what was the commotion

I found nothing only the bird

Maybe calling the little birdie to wake up

“It's the morning sun wake up sleepy head!”

I stood there by the window

I didn't hear the response

There was no chirping sound

I thought something had happened

When the sun rising bright

I went to check the nest

I heard no response

Maybe still sleeping...

I took a ladder to peep

It laid on its nest quietly

The birdier didn't make any noise

I touched its feather and it jumped up

On the edge of its nest

Then it wanted to fly but flopped to the ground

The birdie just couldn't fly...

What was the birdie thinking?

Ran away from its perceived predators?

I caught the birdie put it back in the nest

Now sitting quietly waiting for the day to fly