The three eggs

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