Two Birds In A Bush

one chirping loudly
the other pecking busily
a sight I relate very close
as in a family
one works
the other enjoys.

Curious, I watch them
the singer keeps company
inspiring the worker
to hunt for more.
Its tweets enthuse.
Both fly back with
a fair collection,

The rest is left to my imagination.
I tell myself it is singer’s duty
to feed the young ones, the other
bird needs rest, I do the moderator’s
job, apportioning the toil equally.
Else, it is erroneous, I say, not justifiable.
being treason.