Wild Birds

Beneath the shapeless sky of blue In the valley lacking a hue Was an isolated thin pond Where birds sang their short song to bond In the midst of this quacking though A foreign and sweet song did grow From the bird of the pond of brown With a towering orange crown Now that hoopoe bird did well sing When it grew out from the mud spring Taught by the blue scimitarbill His unseen twin that came with skill So Mani, the hoopoe bird, sang Sang without lips or a sharp fang To the simorgh bird that stood tall Strong though unseen and above all