A COMMON STORY.

Dark, into its den, submissively shrinking.
Twinkle came in triumphantly invading.
Long waited glister the world tendering.
There comes at last the blissful morning.

The big tree just in front so far sleeping.
With melodious sounds now pullulating.
Joining the chorals in the new day praising.
‘Robbie’ and ‘Tweetie’, up there, happily singing.

A kiss, a hug then ‘Robbie’ is away flying.
Over the tree, the sky for a while roaming.
To distant plains, remote streams heading.
Food for their newborn nestlings seeking.

‘Tweetie’ out of the tree never venturing.
Her homey , cosy nest beautifully trimming.
Against winds and dangers dutifully fortifying.
Her progeny in the cradle peacefully snuggling.

One day ‘Tweetie’ heard of a world, bewitching.
Wonder in her heart was slowly prevailing.
Her existence looks now pitifully unavailing.
For change and exemption unprecedentedly longing.

She leaves the next morning, all perils dwarfing.
From above, she can see where she was dwelling.
A tremor along her spine painfully repelling
Freedom spell all her being controlling.

In the world ‘Tweetie’ went on wandering and feeling.
More and more magic her innocence discovering.
Unaware of predators in the hide lurking.
Until they attacked all the charm shattering.

Remorse, fear over her mind gaining.
‘Tweetie’ returned to her fledglings.
The nest now empty in parts falling.
She waited and waits and waiting…