She didn’t ask for my permission
She just took it for granted
For she is a sister dear to my heart
Her nest in my room she planted
The winged singer I meet daily
At the meadow of morning walks
On the path she greets me
Though not our language she talks.
Dry twigs, leaves and grass
She placed on the tubelight
She knew I was not a brother
To give her an opposing fight
Probably she’s laid some eggs
And is hatching them with care
It’s just a matter of some days
The nest her chicks will share
Until then I must honor her trust
My love I must express in deed
To raise her family a shelter safe
A dear sister of mine is in need.
Xavier Bage
Tues, Oct 10, 2016
