Perching Songbirds

The gentle morning sunshine and the chirping of tiny birds from treetops woke me up from slumber,
I tip-toed to my open door to welcome my feathery friends,
Careful not to disturb their pleasant twitter,
Hushed and hidden behind the leaves for the slightest change in the air,
Ceased my meek visitors, anticipating danger,
I sat by the stairs frozen to the ground like a statue,
Camouflaging for a moment to ease up their composure,
In a moment or two, one after the other,
They came out of their concealment to begin their refreshing tunes with flutter,
My tiny cheepers enticed me into their world of music,
And there I stood unstirred and unmoved,
Posing like a tree.

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