Looking At The Birds.

The birds flew.

I looked at them.

They didn’t wait,

As it was early in the morning.

After an hour or two,

They came back,

And ate the biscuits,

Which I had kept for them.

Looking at the birds,

My heart gladdened up.

The birds were happy,

So were the little ones.

Looking at the birds,

The Sun became full of them,

Be them parrots, crows or sparrows.

The day came more into horizon,

And slowly they dispersed to their own nests or destinations,

I kept looking at them,

Till their whole flock got together,

To share their collections.

I kept looking at them,

Till the day came to an end.


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