Birds of the Sky

I’m listening intently to the birds Outside my window as promised For they seem to be talking birds Intent on singing it out if pissed Or chanting it out if challenged But the tune now has changed I open the curtains ever so gently And peep outside but see nothing On the window sill or thereabouts I peek over the neighbour’s wall And still espy no telltale thing But the bird song now soars Ha ha! It is that loquat tree again That has given forth its juicy fruits But as we could not get to the top To pick the sweet yellowing fruits It has mysteriously beckoned The birds of the sky to a feast!