BIRD SONG

BIRD SONG

Two pretty bulbuls

Built a little nest.

With dry stalks wound

In and out, round and round,

They shaped it and set it

In a fine ferny pot;

Well hidden it was

In a safe spot.

Lady bulbul she laid

Three eggs so sweet,

Sat upon them a week

With nothing to eat.

Crack, crack – on a morning,

Bony and grey,

Came three tiny bulbuls,

Beaks open all day.

Fed them fat and warmed them,

Did the mother so careful,

While father danced and sang,

Of his duties forgetful.

So the little ones grew,

Balls of fluff, very sweet,

And one day they flew,

Gone – to be a crow’s treat?

©2017 Ruth Heredia