During day break-out the nest,
To have a glimpse of sun into the east,
At the dusk-sliding sun into the west
Back to nest -feared with the dark beast,
When tired on this course,
They grub and eat—never felt fooled,
When they ate or drunk-
Lifted their head and praised—cooled
What they actually whisper—I don't know?
I think-It is their way of praise—as we bow
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
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Birds are beautiful creatures.Loved this poem for its fantastic imagery.