Our green budgerie
Feels not weary
Sitting on her legs
Inside her clay ***
With the only thought
Of warming her eggs!
Any curious peek
She meets with her beak
Leave her alone
Shows her face
A divine happiness
Strictly her own!
She’s in no mood
To forgo her brood
Not relaxing till hatch
Steeped in motherhood
Eats little food
Her patience has no match!
We cannot do much
Except only watch
So long she incubates
Till one fine morn
Cute chicks are born
She has her new playmates!
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Our green budgerie
Feels not weary
Sitting on her legs
Inside her clay ***
With the only thought
Of warming her eggs!
Any curious peek
She meets with her beak
Leave her alone
Shows her face
A divine happiness
Strictly her own!
She’s in no mood
To forgo her brood
Not relaxing till hatch
Steeped in motherhood
Eats little food
Her patience has no match!
We cannot do much
Except only watch
So long she incubates
Till one fine morn
Cute chicks are born
She has her new playmates!
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