A Feathered Symphony

Twilight past dusk descends, the air is tranquil waters serene, Home to roost on a lofty bough, jostling and shoving we await our kin, Juveniles tired after the frantic day, squawking and cackling feathers they preen, Just as the shadows deepen a shade, old mamas gather, the gossips begin. - Narendra Nayak © 2017