singing little finch

A little singing finch rests on a perch.
Gold speckled and delightful,
The little birdie croons,
Wind chimes tink tonk in tune with the sweet melody,
And sunshine streams in through the gaps of the bamboo cage.

The little finch hops gleefully from perch to perch,
Waiting so patiently: for the small boy to sit on the stone stool,
Next to the finch’s barred enclosure.

The small boy with brown eyes and cheeky smile opens the tiny window of the cage and puts his hand in; he feeds the finch and leaves water. He strokes the little bird and loves her so.

The little finch that is gold speckled and relishing in spilt love,
Bathes happily, in affection and attention,
Till the day of waiting and patience is not met.

No more food, no more water,
The bamboo grows and takes away the sunshine too.
Wind chimes are not heard through the hedge.
And the little singing finch sits in a silent tone.