The Colour of My Bird

(A bird-in man poem) Yes, any bird can be the common crow; the bulbul or the yellow bird. And parrots, ofcourse; because every tree has got its own bird. But to which colour does your bird belong to? Red-plumed; yellow-feathered? My eyes nested on her head. But said she: black is not the crow; but the crow is black. Fluttered my butterflies on her lips; She told: red is not red bird; but red bird is... The snails fingered on her areolae to nausea; brown isn't the bulbul but the bulbul is brown, said she. Then the snakes tongued into her naval flower. She replied: blue is not any snake; but snake is blue. While bites both venomous and mutual entwined us into ecstasy, on my moringa tree, there rained all the parrots! They ate my seeds to the barren. Yes, green isn't the parrots but parrots are green, said she. Which is the colour of my bird? Alas, the parrots flew away with the answer. But each with the same feathers. And now we are flying trees with the same feathers. (The end) (On parrots: Most parrots are monogamous, form strong pair bonds which in some cases last for life, which in larger species atleast 82 years.)