Twitting

There was a time not long ago,
When a bird (a pigeon or a crow),
Would be perched on a line or tree,
Feeding on flies or the occasional bee,
When a bird twitted it was aloud,
Making a sound strong and proud,
But today when you get a twit or two,
It has nothing to do with a perching view,
The twits you are getting are not from a nest,
But from a person with a Smartphone at best,
And what will be hatched at the end of the day,
Will not be a chick or a hatchling at play,
But a teenager walking the walk in the mall,
Typing away and walking into a wall,
xox
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