The birds in my garden
chatter and tweet
be an incessant lengthy talk
all from dawn to dusk
a move not anywhere
fly down and fly up
never too far in the go.
Lovely to see them play
lovelier to watch them pick up
the crumbs and leftovers in the gay
I have not seen anyone alone
they come in two’s and three’s
partake the food in a flock
never found them selfish.
Birds of the same feather
flock together
an expression very authentic
as they share and live
adjust and exist
play and enjoy
always in a flock.
Meenas Poems 