The First
The sky pales
against the curtains of my window,
dull screech of traffic
from the street,
and a hoarse voice
of an untamed crow
from the sky.
and then,
among those who are familiar
to the ear,
a low whistle,
loud, clear and beautiful.
Lifting its head
after nearly a year.
Filling the cities
filling the valleys,
it traverses
the entire island,
the whole of the tropics.
The first koel,
the first of the season.
* Koel always cries at the end of March-beginning of May. In local culture we celebrate the Sinhala and Tamil New Year during April, and the Koel is thus seen as a symbol of the festival among locals. Of course, hearing the first koel always sparks excitement, especially when i was a kid. I heard one today for the first time in an year.
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