BIRDS IN CAGE : RHYME 55

Birds In Cage

A medley of sweet sounds

When sang the street,

Mama trotted out of home

In much delight.

There gathered many people

In a big round

And leaned over the centre

Their necks bound.

Mama ran over to the place

At one breadth length,

And forced into the onlookers

With her full strength.

There sat a big dark man,

On head a turban,

With a cage in his front and

Birds in the one.

Melodies of their voices in

Sundry notes and tones

Caught each young and old

In fascination.

Beautiful little birds -- all

Colourful and rare,

Wings, feathers, smart going,

But caught in the snare.

Little Mama got a shock

Bigger than her joy,

As she heard the crying birds

In pain and dismay.

She ran back home fast, straight

To her father,

"Papa, papa, buy me birds!",

She cried for.

The father gave a smile at

His daughter's craze,

Then bought her whole birds

With the cage.

Then, Mama took the birds out

Into the open

And opened the cage door with

A grand passion.

Happily, the birds flew out,

Away into the sky,

And Mama thanked her papa

For the rich buy.

"Can we all survive without

Our home?,

Tree, nest and open sky is their

Home of freedom.",

Saying this, she went home

With her father,

The dark man selling birds

Was never seen after.

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