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
Comments