• Bird

    On the branch, where pretty birds lie;
    Awakened, one bird stretches after its rest;
    Opening its eyes up to the vast morning sky;
    And wings spread, now is time to leave the nest;

    To wake her sisters, she began to coo;
    All but one stirred in their bed;
    But after some pestering, the last one did too;
    After they got up, their wings they did spread;

    Cold wind wrapping them up with its chill;
    One by one, they fluttered away;
    Turning and gliding with remarkable skill;
    The nest left abandoned for the rest of the day;

    Patiently it waits for the moment when;
    The birds return to start over again.