Tweet…tweet…tweet …so I heard the beeps;
The beeps suddenly turned into shrieks and then into peeps;
And this goaded me to jump from my comfy seat.
As I walked up to the next room and looked up, I sighted something very sweet;
They were birds…the red-vented bulbul variety!
I grabbed my lens to capture the homely rarity.
There were two bulbuls perched on the chandelier in the drawing room.
They were chattering away to glory and I was tempted to join the chorus with a boom.
Oh, what joy they brought as they kept playing, letting themselves loose.
Ah, they were so chirpy in the concrete abode, in a way appearing recluse.
They inspected every corner under the skylight as if to build a nest;
And it seemed like they were putting all their skills to test!
Lo, by then, a third bulbul came calling out and the trio bid a goodbye, leaving a trail.
Huh, guess what sort of a trail?! They were the ‘droppings’ that looked like a rail…!
– Rukma Vasudev