Once upon a time of mobile chargers,
Lives a small frighten kittyhawk,
Sacred and lost in the jungle of Xs!
Trapped for months and hours,



One day she broke her chain,
And flew days until she reach a place,
A tree beside a brook called 'POETRY',
And met many new friends,



Caught a glance of a Nuhawk by another branch,
They soon got along well and broke into song,
Romantic duet so strong,
Hundreds gathered to listen and dance.



By late that evening a few remain,
An Ancient Ox,two turtledoves,a GhostOwl,and a ladybug,
When it was finished she rested her head on his crest.
Which brought the crowd into rapture!



A happy ending is what we are after,
Love is not blind for these fellows,
More to come from the leaves of Poet's Corner,
Would you stay and hear some more...?



Until another present us a bard to tell,
Of lonely hearts finding love again,
I leave you with the story of Kittyhawk and her lover....
Adios Amigoes and Senoritas !!