The three eggs
By Ivy S
Published 22 August 2023
As I sit among the trees my feathers warmed by the summer breeze
a warning passes through the air he is here, somewhere
the mynah bird closes in on my vibrant body
in the sunset he uses his sweet call to trick me, I don't move
I act like a statue
I am a statue
He uses his lolly sweet call again like hypnotism
I'm not tricked I turn to my three eggs, my rainbow feathers flutter,
I have to, the bird is gone, and all is silent