So, the naive little bird reached out-- Grasped the dazzling, scarlet bloom That seemed too tempting to resist. "Oh, just one itsy-bitsy prick," Wished the smirking thorn-- Awaiting the yearned-for touch. Both had their own much desired goals-- Didn't anticipate any possible glitch; Yet, this was already foretold; Something else was bound to unravel; A destined meeting of souls. Ic-pinterest #yqbaba#thepenfish#perception#cage#bird #YourQuoteAndMine #diwa Collaborating with Krishnanunni Kichu