Where d' birds gone!

A harmonic hitting,  tak tak, tak,

woodpecker chisels, d’ tree trunk

Digging holes, to look for worms,

parrots get in, craft sweet homes

  Neat nursing home, quiet a nest,

for kids’ feed, rearing and rest

I love to watch, run after them,

enthused to see d' deeds in calm

Sole bird known for upright walk,

stunning strides, up d’ tree trunk

Stripes on face, black beak sharp,
quite an amazing sight to watch

Two stout legs, brown red crest,

d' beak an elegant musical gadget

Creates a captivating tak, tak, tak,

a caring craftsman carves on rock!

Migrating birds, come this season,

 poaching them’s strictly forbidden

They do sing, never ending song,

remind peasants, farming time on

 The task ought to start in March,

to do an auspicious moment search

While young, me in my early teens,

delighted by an early dawn chirping

Free to wander, in the paddy fields,

keen to inspect, naughty gimmicks

 On d’ coconut, mango, guava trees,

hang few from edge of palm leaves

Perch in the dense lakeside herbs,

tiny ones balance on feeble stalks

Folk of mini birds, gently squeeze,

milk of tender rice, as stalks arise

Job assigned to me to bit tin drum,

 curtail d' crop ruin and scare them 

Once ripe paddy, ready to harvest,

birds have no single moment’s rest
 Parrot folk land, an wonderful site,

cut-carry stalks, dangle from beaks

Must make visits, do sing for us,

never mind even mid night songs

A coconut tree, top thunder struck,

stood in solitude close to a pond

  One day abruptly planned to be cut,

two parrot nests on mutilated trunk

D’ home of several of parrot family,

young wait for their mother eagerly

 D’ cutter brushed aside my appeal,

to spare the trunk, showed no zeal

Damaged tree fell with a great thud,

evidently shattered their safe abode

Freshly hatched, thrown out of nest,

d’ juvenile chicks, crushed to death

Fragile eggs smashed in the rubble,

 one baby by luck survived the fall

only bones, skin and feeble feathers

 picked it up, prior to prey of others

At home, a fort night on milk feeds,

then on bananas, next eight weeks

Wings grew, ensued parrot features

never caged, flourished family bonds

Nibbled green peas, other stuffs so

jut out tongue, lower beak to & fro,

Granted freedom, made it fly away,

but never vanished in  open blue sky

No fly far away, on our tree lingered

milk gulps from steel plate it recalled

 An awesome sight, lovely its landing,

far amusing than grounding of Boeing

My baby darling, fascinated to listen,

Baby parrot’s funny tale times & again

asks often d’ kind woodpecker’s way,

who dug space for d’ parrots’ safe stay

 Cash crop mania, mens' hostile manners,

no parrots seen, neither woodpeckers

Bird species extinct, labile heart’s torn

Unable to imagine where d’ birds gone