The birdfeeder outside burns
with a grainy tongue of taste
attracting birds as moths -
Pigeons and Mynas, the usual visitors
but also Crows and Eagles,
sometimes Bulbuls and
Thrushes.
This year, however,
we had unusual ones -
Parakeets -
visiting in groups
like college students
bunking classes,
missing the whole semester
during peak summers.
Yesterday our neighbour called
requesting to ensnare
some of these tiny rackety rascals.
But we don't . . . I answered
and it dawned on me
how love is a trap for some
and trap, love for others.
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