The Little Bird Poem by Tony Adah

A little bird perches on a twig
Where a flower blossoms with whorls
Of red and purple petals
A long tongue drained the whorl
And the little bird is ready for something.

Two little artillery guards
Stood watching the little bird
One with a stone
Another with a stick
Oh, little bird
Here thy end is near

Two soldiers at attention
Want to throw their weapons
Pointedly at you!
But poor little bird has taken his fill
And away it flew.