The Truth of Birds
A Requiem for the Romantic Passerine
I.
Evening shades the silence is broken
Raucous melody the birds cacophonic
Dusk darkening the night to blacken
Starlings and songbirds outcompeting
Parrots twirl their throats in tongues
Grey spotted doves coo coo in longing
Passerine jungles, rooftops protruding
Short flights, hops and kamikaze dives
Perched atop the world they’re calling
Gentle minstrels with sweet melodies
Muse and muster of poets and prince
Dovish delight and halcyon parodies
II.
Look closer then, at the eye of the bird
A flash and the glint of an ancient wild
The melodies meld to a chill bestirred
Are these the dulcet tunes of mildness?
Or dinosaur heirs are these descended?
Roaring meekly, in their new wildness
III.
Cold passion eyeing the dominion gone
Beasts oblivious, perhaps envious rage?
Who can fathom their screech at dawn
Strutting the forests of terrace and tile
Tracking, hunting in ruthless wanton
Merciless hungry and in combat guile
In calls to mating and territorial claims
Of bestial instincts honed by evolution
Animal sentience no man really tames
Stark beauty is wildness of nature’s way
A presence of life, in death remorseless
Not poets nor lovers in truth shall sway
The way of the wilding will always stay
© Unni Nambiar (July 3rd 2021)
