The Broken Nest Of Robin Poem by Neela Nath Das
The Broken Nest Of Robin
Yesterday, the nestlings
were talking with their mom.
Thus, they used to express their love to her.
It sounded like tweetie, tweetie, tweet!
Beside my window on a branch of a tree,
I see them everyday....
Their mom with bits of grain,
came this afternoon to
feed them.
But, none was there.
Their nest was on the ground.
I saw blood on the paws
of my neighbor's cat!
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