The Lonely Lorikeet

The colourful bird flew high dancing through the trees like he was putting on a show for all to see.
Coming to rest on a branch close by, waiting patiently for an applause from me.
His little claws gripped tightly to the branch, like a child hanging from a monkey bar.
Wondering where to settle down for the night - his home seemed very far.
Screeching loudly calling to his friends he felt lost and alone like a shimmering star in the sky.
He tucked in his wings and prepared for sleep, thinking of friends and trying hard not to cry.