Sian Morley-Smith

Long ago in the Caspian Seas 

Perched high on a rock in a windy breeze

With nothing to see for miles around

A single egg on a nest was found.

Pen and pencil crayons

Then all of a sudden with a shuffle and shake

The crest of the egg began to crack and break

And in the minutes just after dawn

All alone, the organiser bird was born.

Pen and pencil crayons

After some few hours alone in the nest

The organiser bird became increasingly stressed

With nothing in sight from the sea to the sky

The lonesome birth could not help but cry.