My Little Carpenter's Serenade
In the tree by my house,
Lived, a black rumped flameback, with its spouse.
Their oscine songs and undulating flight were my daily delight.
Oh! Today it was flicking the rear-view mirror of my car,
May be, it found another song bird inside.
Jabbing and drilling to play or may be, to fight.
Or maybe, those unique rolls and the cadence were to impress the new bride.
Whatever! Its drumming was like a song of a passerine.
Just then the carcass of its partner lay in front of my sight.
Gut-wrenching was the plight of this speechless red hooded flight.
How do I tell it, that its solitude would never subside?
Yet, its spouse is in, there inside and that’s a great respite.
17th February 2019
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