Four little chicks waiting in the nest One plucked out and waved about A predator on its daily route Three little chicks waiting in the nest Who’ve been fed and fed again They’ve grown to be quite a pest They give their mother no rest Three little chicks should leave the nest One chick was given a poke and fell out the nest This chick has never woke from such a poke Another jumped right off the nest With puffed out breast The chick sored with great speed Straight into a tree the chick hit It’s skull went split The last chick out the nest The mother bird gave it her all That’s all she thought when the last one did fall But this chick was the brightest of all It flew with caution it kept in the sky This chick could fly Unlike the others this chick did not die This little chick was the lone survivor Chick was the only one to thrive Something in its eyes gave it drive Our little chick grew up And had five chicks of it’s own A proud mother These chicks took a dive of their own Only few had flown The mother once again left alone Had nothing left she was weak old and frail Barely making it out the nest She can remember giving it her best But now was time for her to rest She flapped her wings and jumped off the nest
I wish I could illustrate what I pictured in my mind to start this poem but yeah hope you like it