Learning The Trade...

My home is small and nestled, Mother had gone never returned, It is very dark in the deep jungle, The hissing and singing from the down floors, My peanut heart gets trembled, When the new wind arrives as the tornado, At a distant, fly or fight is the situation, My body is lifted with the parachute wings. Just a few flutter, then slumber, no time left, Spreading the wings to the maximum size, To take off, my body is lifted through the gaps, Of the dark and shadowed trees to the top, What a spectacular scene it is! This place is very bright and warm, Above the canopy of my nestled home, Early visitors have returned with tasty fruits, I am a young bird, just started my flight, I would like to wander around this place, Floating at a place with my wings swing, My eyes are sharp and can see my food. I am not an Eaglet to look for the chicks, To pierce their hearts to taste their flesh, I am a singing bird, soothes the hearts, I peck the fruits to have the nice throat.