Little Thoughts.

We are lost fore ever in this land Where to sit and have a rest under a shade All trees are cutwithout concern The poor birds we lost for ever our nest Whom to complain, we have no language To make you listen our woes in open Here see the plight of the little bird Trying to find a place in an air hole That too any time the intruder can find The poor bird will lose the little nest Here it hears the pet cat.s musings Feared in the mind but not a remedy Facing the challenges of humans made The birds are losing their habitat forever.