Making a Home: A poem

 Making A Home...

From the darkness

Of my room,

I saw a greenery

So refreshing.

Light breeze, which

Caresses me, and

Comforts me lovingly..

"Chirp! Chirp!" a low

Melody, reached my ears,

From the bamboo forest,

Prompting me to

Investigate the source.

A light flutter,

I then saw her,

Grey wings and 

Creamy yellow belly.

Thin beak and

Intelligent eyes,

A tiny little bird..

Working tirelessly,

Hopping from one

Branch to another;

Creating a home 

With care and love;

Analyzing the architecture,

As the engineer,

She kept on weaving,

Making a nest,

Following her instincts..

Spent a few minutes

Observing her, 

But duty called me

Back to work;

But, the dream of a home,

Tempted me to look for her,

Search for her,

And to imprint in my mind,

Her completed home.

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