Bird-Love !

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