Beneath a crown of fiery plumes,
Chikipi struts, defying glooms.
His beak, a spark, his wings aflame,
A tiny terror, with a warrior’s name.
He pecks and pokes with fiery might,
Defending turf, in day and night.
His chirps like battle cries arise,
A fearless spirit, in small disguise.
But deep within, a flicker burns,
Of dreams beyond the battles churned.
He yearns for warmth, a gentle hand,
To understand, this fiery land.
The whispers sing, of ancestors bold,
Who fought for nests, in stories told.
But Chikipi seeks a different way,
Where friendship blooms, and fears give way.
Oh, Chikipi, fury’s tiny spark,
May kindness mend, and leave its mark.
Let tiny wings on friendship soar,
And find your peace, forevermore.
For in your heart, where courage lies,
True strength resides, beyond the skies.
And fiery spirit, soft and tame,
Will find its home, a whispered name.