Tawny Frogmouth
One look. You smile, you nod, you fall for him
Eyes enchanting, breathing dead bark of tree
Showy singer, poor nest, pretentious whim
Yet, expert in stumping, purrs when with glee
Takes up parenting with love, face never once grim
So uxorious, love-rich. Why ours not so be?
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2025
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