It’s warm in here
But it’s to cramped
I break out of my egg
cold and damped
Mother feeds me a slushy worm
while my sisters and brothers
squeal and squirm

My feathers started dripping colors
black, white, and blue
I look at my resting mother
thinking about how she flew
I spread my wings
making sure every feather is flexed
and then I leap out of the nest
making sure this flight is well dressed

I am big enough now
where I can hunt my own bugs
and I no longer need
my mother’s warm hugs
I tell my mother goodbye
and take to the sky
and fly away
never looking back