Tree’s pride
and plight
Interspersed with my
Thick green foliage,
a swarm of bees and berries,
day’s call and copious buzz.
At noon, a surreptitious caterpillar
pair with the pained bloom,
not shedding but sharing with the
clustered clan ever accommodating.
At dawn, crows black princed,
covey of parrots with green livery
Pride with the parentage,
their wings a see saw fritter ever,
until a thud of wind sweep and
dogs bark gathering all shiver
my kith and kin of neighborhood
silenced into
shrunken chamber.
I wait for Spring’s advent
to reshape my defunct call
can I see again my broad spectrum?
Under which many umbrellas figure in.
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