It was again the month of April <br />Time was 7 30 AM and Sun was bright <br />But pleasant unlike in Mumbai: <br />I hear the two-tone note of the koel <br />And saw at a distance <br />On top of a Nilgiri tree with sparse leaves <br />Three birds, of different sizes. <br /> <br />Took my binoculars and focused, <br />Saw the largest was male koel <br />Black in color, and making the sounds <br />By the way its neck and beak were moving, <br />The middle one was the pretty female koel <br />Brown in color, and serrated <br />I couldn’t place the third one before it flew away. <br /> <br />Soon as he spotted me and my binocs <br />The male stopped its birdsong <br />Scrutinized me for seconds, and took off. <br />Now the female which had started <br />Its different and distinct song, like <br />Narrow-necked pot water gurgling out, <br />She kept sitting there, though uneasy, <br />Like the modern college-going girl <br />Who is not going to be cowed down by male gaze! <br /> <br />At a further distance, <br />I saw another bird; on scrutiny <br />Turned out to be a blue rock pigeon <br />With its usual pink feet of pigeons <br />And two black lines on the wings <br />Special to this species. <br /> <br />All along a little bulbul, maybe with decorated head, <br />Was calling continuously on a tree or bush <br />Between the pigeon tree and the Nilgiri <br />I searched and searched, both <br />With my eyes and my binocs <br />But couldn’t locate the little fellow <br />Who perhaps thought his red rump <br />Is not for display: <br />But he could have shown me the front!<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-in-pune/
