My little lost song
Yesterday night, the window was flapping a bit, a thud on the glasses as if somebody is knocking to let them in, I wish it was you.....in vain I still remember the day I brought you home, you were not completely covered with feathers, must be a few months after you popped up fr and you were so little still learning to fly... I gave you to my neighbor, as I left to home, and when I came back, you were fully covered and beautiful... :-) A day after we were playing 'Hide and Seek' for the first time with you, when we covered your face, we were uttering 'Peekaboo'. That was the first time I was spending enough time playing with you right after the lockdown. The next day as I became busy with my work but somewhere I can hear a little 'Peekaboo. You were there on the window...twittering 'Peekaboo'... That was the first time I met one talking bird. I love the way you sit by the window side, enjoying the cool breeze when your little cute crest waves along. I still...