THE HOUSELESS WHITE EGG
The Houseless White Egg Give me time to think Or else I'll tell a story Of the houseless white egg Which I brought to my nest Saving it from inclemency. The egg I covered and warmed With my even-handed wings And waited... The egg that soon hatched Days earlier than My own eggs And pullulated with tiny White feathers that Started yellowing slowly Still under my wings. Give me time to think Or else I'll let you know How these yellow feathers Bloomed finally into Deep yellow feathers Before I came to know The bird was a weaver. I'll also let you know How this weaverbird Soared into the air Built its own nest Laid many eggs and formed Territories 'round my nest, If I don't get time to think. The time my own eggs hatched Already, I was a captive My fledglings homeless. O noisy weaverbirds! Saltating from branch to branch Singing deafening songs At each happy aurora Is part of their life. So when the sun wakes up It's my humble fledglings That lose their peace. O yel...