Indian Bulbul On African Tulip Tree Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Onslaught of sound - loud blows
street side brawl I chanced
A black hooded squared knight
Cloaked in speckled chestnut gown
Spotted alterations Black and Brown
With a swab of red beneath angry trail
A visibly infuriated Indian Bulbul
Perched on highest farthest stretch
On Curved crab clasps walnut florets
Yet to unfurl n snare ochre of sunrise
Recipient of Unrequited ministrations,
Ire on feathers, raining taloned punches
Busily hammering the tender buds
To borrow the revealed crimson color
For a dash of scarlet o'r whiskered crown
And for a bow o'r its hooded cape
Continued to pulverise bowiee basket
To squeeze the yet of tomorrow's red
From a defiantly withdrawn mute buds
Tulip tree and I helplessly stood by
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Me and My African Tulip Tree
Seema Jayaraman,10Dec2015

Needs some brushing, but dozing on my mobile