They tell me we are lucky tied with human habitation,
food and nesting options and little natural predation.
The woods are rather thin now and grasslands quite lean,
they say there were days past when everything was green.
They move in search of havens now that promise sanctuary,
where humans haven’t set foot yet and made things as scary.
Having bid farewell to friends wish I could migrate as well,
would love wild grains berries over stale crumbs that smell.
A live tree hollow for nesting than a crack in a dead wall,
my babies would land on grass and mud just in case of a fall.
Safer in the wild I would feel despite the dangers known,
For why will humans save me when their own kin they disown?
– Narendra Nayak © 2019