Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Breakfast for the Bird

The young wild hungry chick does wait

For food to be delivered by

One of its parents, both seem late

As the youngster does loudly cry.

The usual morning routine,

Both parents flying off to find

Food, a duty shared 'twixt and 'tween,

Just the way that nature designed.

Parents go hunting, he and she,

For feeding, the young chick does yearn.

This morning just happens to be

That Dad is the first to return.

A time tested feeding technique,

As breakfast goes from beak to beak.