chosing the leafs
where was much
holding them together
lt became a house
the air pushed it away
defining not a better route
no one knows how long lt took the bird to nest the house
the air just did lt thing
only those who saw how frustrated she was during the rain
she came to rest lnside and cover herself up
she finds out no nest on the leaf
and she finds not again her precious leaf
she flew to the tree in the farm
she keeps looking but really nothing was there
the sounds she make was so touching
but In other tone
l help to make her a house
she was watching me
l know she was happy
Maybe she think of her constructed own
l leave afterwards
while I look
she flew and see went ln
rains makes her feel cool
l took away the potatoes
fry all ln a frying pan
add sauce and eat with malt
l still think lf she was okay
through out that night I think
lt rains and stopped ln the morning
l check on her that time
she went out from the nest
another reason to know she likes it
