Mama Bird oh Bird You fly high in the sky The warmth of sun seeps Into your deep feathers To warm eggs you sit upon. sing to little ones Once they pop their heads out Feeding tiny birds until grow Their plumage. Teaching them is hard As wings are small Yet there beside them Ensuring do not fall. Your no longer For can care for themselves. They away nest now empty. played part fulfilled role But that doesn’t mean hatchlings need you Bird.