"FLAP-FLAP"

One small baby bird sitting on a tree
looking at the marvelous beauty
of the reds and yellows and greens
of the nature once again in its teens
overjoyed and probably over satisfied
with everything life has put beside
never a sorry nor a sigh
till the day he saw another baby bird fly

Not of jealousy nor disdain
just of the little right ankle's pain
knew-it all along and never dared
to step out of the tree it shared
with its parents kind and sweet
singing all day tweet-tweet

Chirped out loud to birds passing by
"teach me teach me how to fly"
there were three who stopped to help
chats like this were never felt
when it talked to his dad and mum
always teaching him to be calm
talking to peers, the vigor it brings
tried again to flap his little wings

Took his first flight forgetting the hurt
risk it was but excitement sure lurked
zooming into the higher blue
all the four now friends so true

One day two day and day three
time it was for the friends to leave
birds of flight may not recall
teaching the baby not to fall
but how will this poor baby bird Pete
forget his life's first fleet

A flip flap here and a flap flap there
didn’t take long for Pete to dare
to fly across the woods and hills
the place in heart that joy fills
but real joy was yet to arrive
she had just seen another bird strive

-Naveen Kumar