the 2 birdies

The 2 birdies in the nest

The mother bird flies in to feed

For days on a daily basis

Until the sun goes down

The father bird stays as a bodyguard

He hardly feeds the birdies

He watches or flies with the mother bird

Like a personal companion

Now when the birdies fully grown

It is his job to lure them to fly

He has been making the kind of noise

Only the birdies will understand

So far the birdies sit in the nest

Feeling comfortable with the feeding

They look around themselves

They stay put though the father bird tries

The 2 birdies have grown

Maybe it is time to fly

To the unknown in the open space

They may die or they may live