The little bird

I see you at my gate every early morning
Chirping all the while as your fellow folks whistle in glee
You flutter your pretty eyes
And spread your lazy wings to scale the bright skies
I watch you gather your flock
One after the other jumping up to speak their first words of the day.
Then you hop as the svelte dancing bird graces his glory.
Your warming innocence so very welcoming
Puts my heart in place for few magical moments
Else hidden in a raiment of a forlorn pinching loss
Oh little friend! Wrong was I as I thought, frail you were
Wistful and wise are you,
Joy thy name and humility thy ways.
Chirp I shall too, with you someday..