A beautiful Sunday morning and a tale to tell...
Its an autumn Morning,
Sipping my warm coffee
Reading the news paper
Reclining on my old rocker
The world seemed all perfect
Content and complete to me.
Through the window came in,
A rush of cool October air,
Fluttering my fabric curtains
The breeze seemed to barge in.
My flowery curtains as though,
Greeted by her sweetheart
Titillating with the breeze,
Rising and falling with the ebb,
While I watched on pleased
At the happiness that seemed
To fill my living room on that
Sunday morning multi fold
An aura of joy all pervading,
I noticed the warbler on the fence
There it was,quietly sizing up my
Bird feeder hanging on a low branch
Of the Ash by the barbed fence,
A young tree and a young bird,
My attention it drew, by its looks.
It perched on the fence,off it went
Came back again in a jiffy perchance,
As though it forgot some thing
On the fence, sat there and looked
Sideways both sides, tweet, tweet
A being of much happiness and beauty,
Its antics sure enticed me a lot!
As it lounged for the feeder,
It disappeared mid air,
It was gone.in a second off air,
I heard wings fluttering and as I
Peeped out of my window,
I was shocked,
to see my little kitten
holding her by the wing,
Quickly I ran out,the kitten came up
to me with its prized catch between its
milk tooth, the bird wriggling to go,
I thanked my stars,
The hunter was an amateur at that,
It didnt take much time for decision,
All ethics voices speaking up in my mind,
Not here I thought, grabbing the kitten and bird
Released the bird from the kittens baby jaws.
The warbler now on the porch,
Fluttering ,muttering and shivering
It was alive!
I could not believe it,so too the warbler,
Two turns with its wings on the floor
In a second into the blue sky,off it flew
My kitten in my lap,purring,
I resumed my Sunday morning reading.
The kitten between grooming herself,
Looked at me straight into my heart,
A question that it held,I had no answers
Like a tot caught with dirty hands,
I looked away from those dainty blue eyes,
Quietly somewhere I heard my heart mutter though,
Thank the stars, the bird is alive
Its a beautiful Sunday!