as I was taking morning tea
on my balcony leisurely
a yellow tiny bird bounced in
and pecked into my biscuit tin
look at that bold bird
helped herself as I sat by
moving for fear I might
disturb my new friend from flight
pleased to be my guest
glad for the crumbs I left
hand resting on my cup
beside the place she cleaned up
where is the fright that birds have
you seemed like a friend
and then flew away