There is a Black Pal

There  is a  Black  pal         

There is a  Black  pal, my

 Visitor regular, cool   and calm.

In my balcony, its  abode of

 Grain or  rain, it  visits my

Perambulations   profoundly   strain,   

If  Black  were to be  a curse,

Woe  to the Creator’s  paradigm  of

 Release  and    hearse.

If colour were  to be

A conscious matter of  grouse,

Hollering  would annoyingly increase.

Deliverance is too far,

Even now, for   it is intricate,

 it is manmade

  aggrandisement .