Sitting quietly on the grass
All curled up into a bundle
Her head tucked in…looking aft
Yesterday she’d taken off
Determined to gad about
Perhaps upon her maiden flight
Fledgling that she is no doubt
There’s a danger from that cat
That sneaks around at night
I’ve seen that mangy, sneaky cat
Turn on our neighbour’s movement light
I had to gather her up as
I was worried for this poor little mite
I managed to help her up onto
The garden shed to settle for the night
Today I found her in danger once again
Lost and looking so forlorn
Ah poor little baby red wattle bird
My heart for you was torn
I tried to move her to safety
As her parents hovered about
Making little concerned sounds
As she looked up at them in fright
Finally I put her up onto that garden shed
Watched in wonder as her parents came
And that poor little mite was fed
They were so happy to have her back again!
