The wire bird.
A wire bird taps on my window sill,
Instead of the tree nearby,
Sitting there each morning,
Watching the time pass by.
The mimosa tree sways in the breeze,
The wire bird builds her nest,
Patiently awaits her young to hatch,
Wide-opened mouths a worm they catch.
That little wire bird is taping,
Until my window opens wide,
She flew into a nearby tree,
When I stepped outside.
Every morning when I wake up,
I see that little bird,
Sitting on my window sill,
Tapping, tapping, tapping still.
A bit cheesy, I wrote it when I was 12.