The Birds
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
Copyright © Tapan Nath | Year Posted 2024
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