Two little birds perched on the tree
squeaking and tweeting all the time
nothing to frighten the to a flee
spent the morn happily with good chimes.
Short while after the little ones revived
Shrugging their feathers of the moisture
they still hung close to their hive
looking down at the land below in discomfiture.
To their horror found a monkey climbing over
quivering they tried to fly down with effort
Once they got down they went in a hover
to a nearby tree expecting a good support.
Whether they found themselves secure or not is not our look out?
Wherever we turn the theory of the survival of the fittest is in the run.
Restricting not only man but also birds and animals all in the way out
Power, strength, money and greed play the fixtures taking turns.