the last of the birdie

In the morning of the sun

The cat was in the garden light

Nosing around when I was walking

I sprayed water it ran to the palm trees

There I saw it caught another birdie

No doubt it is nature way to go

In the garden it is suppose to be a sanctuary

The cat never learns to appreciate

The mother bird was calling

I guessed the birdie took flight

Leaving the plastic pot nest

On the ground the predators wait

The cat ran away

After receiving a wash down

I looked around the palm trees

I saw the lone birdie hanging on

The mother bird was calling

It stood there taking time

Finally it took flight

Flew to the outside fence

On the road hoping with its mother bird

Picking up some food while showing how to fly

For a few minutes I kept watch

The birdie finally took flight