A Lonely Bird Poem by Tony Adah

A lonely bird sat on the bough
Of a lonely tree nature bestows
He is lonely of choice not
Others frolick in the wild
Relishing fruits and twittering
And hopping from one tree to another
He perches here in solitude
Thinking of the wicked ways of the crooked world.

A nest he has none
His throat dry and cracked
Water HSS deserted the world
It is gone and the world is dry
He swallows only dearth into his entrails

A farm he has none
Or any form of trade
Just his fluffy wings
And a strong frail beak
Finding use only in preening his plumes
And yearning for food and thirsty of water
Someone unseen is watching
And this bird lonely as he is will see tomorrow.