Lost Budgie

I had a bird, black and green
A baby as it has ever been,
It lived with us under our utmost care
And perhaps- with no grudge or fear.

When Dad gave them food at night
All other birds screeched with fright,
Dad said, 'Don't shout like a fool;
It's only your food, not a snatcher or ghoul.'
But one night, after Dad gave the food
With one exception, everything was good.
He left the door open of the baby birds cage,
And went away like a sage.
Alas, next morning, what did he find?
The bird was missing- it flew from its limes!
We looked everywhere for it with zeal,
In vain- I felt being stung by an eel.
Days, weeks, months, and years passed,
'He's been eaten by a crow,' Dad says to his lass.

The writer is a class VI student of European Standard School.