O greenish blue neighbour of mine
across my kitchen window, sunning in shine
perching very high on the doctor's house fig tree
resonating your tunk...tunk louder than metronomic glee
Saw you today, puffing your yellow throat,
the silk floss petals plucking with your hand glove
bobbing your red head and flicking bluish tail,
have you tracked a sincere mate?
have you picked a red berry or two for your consort,
hope allopreening is not building on snort?
what about fluttering your blue grey black wings side by side ?
start a "Beak Game" in a full stride?
Keep flight straight, with rapid flaps
Be away from that, extortionist Blue-throated barbet
avoid flying klepto red-vented songbird,
eyeing at your red berries and burd.
PS:A coppersmith (barbet) , very old next tree neighbour, annoying sometimes by her incessant calls ,many times reminds me that that is how a life goes on
The sun slowly peeps its head in the east, A bird barbet flies towards its nest, Labourer follows the landlord with the beast, Blue heron sits on the teak tree for rest, The big temple bell is rung by the priest, Children run towards the river with vest, Village maiden prepares the harvest feast, Babies feed milk from the blouse less breast, All the events have taken place at least, When the dawn sunshine appears very best, God has done all natural phenomena like Trieste, By which the children of the earth are blessed, We thank the creator for the peace,we assessed.
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
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