Little Bird

I was happily singing in my nest,
nuzzled against mommy bird,
until I felt a drop,
deep, exhilarating, onto hard concrete,
"Chirp, Chirp!"
I mimicked a call to mommy bird,
but a shadow appeared over me,
thrilled voices,
rushed against me,
feeling like a mound of vibration,
upon my tender feathers,
frightened, shocked, innocent I was,
challenging myself to fly,
till a hushed voice,
calmed them down,
and I was nuzzled against mommy bird once more.