the birdies fly

The birdies fly

From tree to tree

Flying low of freedom

Out from the nest

The parenting birds

Will tweet signals

Somehow the birdies understand

They stop flying staying put

On the bamboo tree

The birdies sit in a row

Looking at their freedom

Eyeing in their new world

A far cry from their nest

The close knit family unit

Staying together waiting to fly

Each will go its own way

The back lane the cats are watching

The delicious meal waiting to be caught

The birdies must know the danger on the flight

Flying low the cats will scoop them up

But the parenting birds will tweet

Loudly and sharply to the birdies

Of the danger they will face

Of the cats watching their flight

The birdies still hang around

The bamboo trees flying low

Knowing the cats will not catch them

They stay put confidently waiting to be fed