The little birdies
Waking up in the nest
By the palm tree branch
Watching the morning light
Nothing extraordinary
The cool breezes in the morning
No strong wind to rattle the branch
Everything seems fine with the glory lights
The parenting birds
Flying to find food to feed the birdies
Flying low searching for food to feed
It is a normal routine in the everyday living
By afternoon a bit of strong wind calling
It shouldn't cause concern for the birdies
Nothing to cause alarm to the parenting birds
Everything seems like yesterday comes today
By late afternoon
One little birdie falls to the ground
By the time we came to know about it
The little birdie has died
The same birdie who fell twice
From its nest to the ground
The 3rd time falls on the hard surface
It may die of broken neck
Bury the poor birdie
In the garden
Ash to ash to return
In the cold waiting for another rebirth
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