The raven chick, with startled eyes,
Fell from its nest on high.
Its frail wings, useless lie,
But a croak its throat brings nigh.
Immovable, fully trusting,
Its cloaked guardians, who soar nearby,
From every stranger, guarding,
Though I mean no danger, I don’t pry.
Soon the flock has formed,
A live tornado round the red-eyed fleck.
Lifted from its mossy perch, caressed,
Until I, who meant no danger, could see but a speck.
Loads of lessons to be learnt,
As I gazed at the sky which brilliantly burnt.
Just penned my passion for feathery creatures, Birds. Nothing like a poem on something you love, while gazing at the lovely sky above!!!