was another lame same morning she stood up after giving up the fights
to greet sleep as she doesn't visit her lately for nights after nights
all the chores stared glaring as silently as they wait all times
all the buzz kept buzzing outside, her place lonesome, tinkled the wind-chimes
the phone did not ring expected as usual it was time for the sweet scorn
first task to call up the city distant which nests nowadayz her lazy son
the handset lifted and rested back as a strange company that she see
a little bail of feather with life in it, a trespasser so cute it had to be
comprehensive - nay, not it was, nor did she knew which name to call
all she thought she had a visitor tiny and wondered wherefrom it had the crawl
the last time she had held something like it in hand was during her graduation labs
decades passed, she aptly forgot how to get the little one unhurt but in nabs
couldn't have left the tiny being all by itself, as she feared
taken unaware death just might kiss it, with flesh-eaters around as they reared
all work kept waiting with emphasis on the wall, the hour arm of the clock
smile paid a visit on her lips, as she wondered if it had gone astray from its flock
the daily routine tossed swing, she saw it's eyes were blue and wagged its yellow tail
with no clue, for what to do she tried consoling its fluttery frail
set the sun however, waiting for him and feeding the guest with zest for life
knowing the visitor belongs to the sky with herself her mind waged a nasty strife
he came home stuck with a strangely awe, not to the known their tidy hearth
then he found her own old lady playing with a kitten in a childish mirth
what is it? where it has come from? away right bounced the questions back
huh! she's been waiting to ask him the same since he left home morn, she her bed-pack
he came near, inspected clear it's a tiny bird, but didnt know wherefrom it had come
decided to welcome it to the family for then, else it would die as was weak and numb
he recalled his childhood days when a Kazooie called him its master
four closed walls which now rests mostly dust, dug out the old cage, now a ruster
then for days all stood good as chirpy got a new home and she found a mate
talkings and candy scoldings she also had the onus to decide what it drank what it ate
at times it used to sing and jump, while at others it loved to fly and dance
she thought all it did and will do owes it all to a timely glance
knowing it sure, an attachment so pure, she wished not to keep it captive anymore
with cage-door open, it flew out jet-speed, some hours and back to its shelter adore
so the family was intact and it was a cute understanding juxtapostion of trusts
until the ghastly hour sweeped in from hell and turned the sky pale, sending gusts
the cage plunged down in witness to a feline's frown who did not think twice
one blow further after the demonic-sent, last it breathed doom on an ice
they were out for a celebration the cause, so home-coming was unawarely jovial
the broken cage lied, blue feathers by its side, silence testimonial to death's scrawl
he had a memory so so similar, she entirely shattered almost all the same
so synonymous a feeling of losing one close, only the way it came remained to blame
