Tweet

He fell from the mango tree nearby In the nest where three others lay After the rain, their chirping cry I heard in the morning at break of day. A few days old they must have been Eyes still shut, and such tiny wings Scarcely with feathers on their skin But they had a strong will to go on living! I took the nest and kept it inside Quite safe in a handy fruit basket From my cats, the birds I tried to hide As they heard the noisy chirping racket. Two of the chicks failed to survive The rains made them wet in the night But the other two I had kept alive Named him 'Tweet' and his brother 'Knight'. We fed them bread crumbs in a toothpick The chicks ate the meals, all was alright But Knight was a bully and not so meek Renamed him 'Joker' - oh what a sight. Joker would pound on his brother Tweet So I had to keep them apart Everyday their chirping would greet Good morning to me with all their heart. Tweet was the only one that remained For birds do get colds and die He taught me lessons I had gained Animals care, without tears they cry.