The Bird That Adopted Us

As I started to get in my truck, I heard peep, peep peep.
No bird in sight, my confusion did seep.
I called to my wife, do you hear that bird?
She said yes, the peep, peep, peep she also heard.
We looked all around and then at my sons basketball goal,
The bird noise originated from there, lo and behold.
We looked down through the top and the bird was stuck in there,
So we tipped the basketball goal down, slowly with care.
The first bolt held the small nest, but it was empty.
The baby titmouse was below on the second bolt, you see.
We tipped the goal and the baby bird slid on down.
My wife caught the chirping titmouse and then it flew to the ground.
Then we heard another peep from a bigger bird.
The mother titmouse was calling the baby, and it heard.
They flew to the backyard and we smiled and were glad.
But the baby flew back to the front and the cat, it was mad.
I leaped the fence and sprinted at the cat,
he took off and the baby bird was almost scat.
So we rescued the titmouse twice that day,
thinking we probably would not see it again, but that was OK.
Then a few weeks later, one morning while we were eating,
this crazy titmouse pecked at the window and gave it a beating.
I looked out the window and the baby titmouse did land,
on a winged elm that with the window open, I could touch with my hand.
The little brown tuft on his head did spring up and down,
He looked at us as if to say, Hey I am still around!
If I moved to the living room, he would flutter to the back door,
this happened over and over, we saw it lots more.
When winter arrived we assumed he would go away,
but every morning the titmouse would flutter and stay.
He would land on the elm with a bug in his mouth,
as if to say, Look here! I am staying! I am not going South!
We supplemented his diet with seeds and with bread,
he seemed to have adopted us, and that was enough said!
The next spring we saw two tititmouses looking through the glass pane.
Our baby had a mate, of this it was plain.
They visited us all spring and we would wait to see their young,
but our biggest fear was their nesting in the basketball goal of our son!
We covered the top and no bird could get in,
because we really did not want to be rescuers again.
Then one winter day we noticed the titmouse was not around,
it seems he has finally left to his happy winter ground.
But then yesterday I looked up to the bigger elm tree,
and there was our titmouses tuft bobbing up and down at me.