Two birds

Two birds Two birds flying across the path Leading themselves to a higher point as they fly past Their voices echo as they sing together And their choice is to fly in the sunny weather At a closer range, they are seeing the nature and goats Like a page they open to each other what they have got Whispering to each other in a sombre way Talking about the skyline and the horizon on that day Thorny bushes is what hinders them From enjoying their love game Wild birds trying to terrorize their territory And this leads to nothing but monotony When they gaze at each other They begin to share their love portion Like a father and mother Before they move back to their nest To take a nap and rest Poetry By Uncle..Phil