Little Birdie on your head

Throw  gaze at the slightly ajar window.

Swoop of birds rushed through the small hole.

The motion of the wings made the loudest sound,

Wishing they might get into humble house.

Thinking of delicious worms for their babies to feed with.

None can escape, but a little black birdie.

She flew up high almost touched the ceiling fan.

Freedom is restricted but victory is hers.

Nothing look appealing, this isn’t what she used to think it is.

So, she landed on a girl’s head,

& Pecked it mercilessly. 

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