The train was leaving and a loud whistle
Resounded across the station
So she rushed down to the platform
In order to catch the last composition
Leaving behind the noisy crowded town
The fishing lights, the horns and the traps
Looking for a safer place to live
She was wishing for a long time
A house without cracks instead of a rat’s shack
Where the rain refrained and didn’t pour in
A garden away from onlooking gatherings
Where moles were kept outside preventing mud slides
And sunsets could be seen in peaceful day endings
After all she was seeking for pleasant breezes
A comfortable branch on a quiet street
Fields of tender seeds, bugs and long slender worms
Which all were signs of a blissful paradise
For any tiny little bird seeking heavenly peace
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