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,  with  such tiny wings.
Scarcely with feathers on their skin,
Yet 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.
And everyday  their chirping would greet,
 "Good morning" to me with joy in their heart.

Tweet was the only one that remained,
For birds  do get colds and they die.
He taught me some lessons I had gained,
Animals care, without tears they cry.








Tweet was a Maya bird 3 inches full grown,  and one & a half inches as a chick.  This poem was written for a series of nature poems I wrote in 2008-2010.

Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 23, 2009

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

How very perfectly lovely. I was reminded today of some flying Squirrels we raised as kids after the hollow tree thay lived in fell to the ground. The rhyme and flow of this poem is just beautiful.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you Sean. It is a true story, Tweet was a delightful pet but he had a short life, like the birds in his specie.

[Sean Allen]

Well, once again Cynthia, I must get some sleep, but I enjoyes reading a couple more of your poems. We do have two Cockatiels who live a long time I am told... every time I pay attention to one, the other gets jealous and bites it.