The homeless mother bird

The homeless mother bird
 scrounge around for

The brood nest.

She’s a homeless mother bird

She laid a grey shiny egg

In tears in a nest in cent percent trust

More blacken her name.

The brood nest scrounger.

In reprieve, moved out of the spot

A biological mother pleads
the little one in the shell

In plumage of brooding crow
No predators hurt you there

Nobody calls you an outcast now
You get the warmth of a family.
you are under the wings of a mother

The mother crow nap in dreams

Hatchlings teem crow over begins
In the bouquet of love

A chip on the same block little chicks

The little dark birds “ koel or crow”.

Foster mother delighted in the nest

Singing sweet melodious lullaby

Feeding each fledgling rose as one. 

Little wings are stronger now

While singing you so sweet

Resemble your biological mother,

Always crying for motherliness,

Go find out, maybe in neighboring woods

Hey world, don’t call her

“The brood nest scrounger”

It’s the rule of nature

The lovely interaction to save a life