The Bird In The Rain Poem by pedro moshood

It flutters it's beaming wings
To seek its nest upon the mahogany.
Why not it nest elsewhere except
This rare and durable tree, I wondered?
Twice or thrice I saw it over,
Pirouette, stair at the torrent over.
I feel my heart throb at the apex.
What a kindred bird it is that hovers
To seek a refuge upon the mahogany
And dares the torrential wind
That moves it hither and tither,
Like a jarred-drunkard drifting in winds.
How strange it is, I thought within me,
To see a skylark flying in the rain.