A little bird sits on my clothesline
All night , side by side with a sock,
Slowly recovering from a washing .
As the sun appears in east of tree,
Bird vanishes in its incipient light
Not to be seen again in a daylight.
Perhaps it is the night call center,
Attending the washing machines
Complaints from across the seas.
While on a night duty on the wire,
Does it not doze off its perch like
A sock at times falling on a night?