Raucous cacophony
reigns the treetops
these days
The air is full of  squabbling,
of incessant ranting
all through the day
as a hundred, a thousand herons
harangue and harangue

I mourn the loss
of true birdsong.
The silly chatter of
pesky parrots,
the carefree trills of mynas
talking to themselves
the chitchat of sparrows
the soulful serenades
of pining cuckoos
I miss their music
I miss them
I miss their silent interludes

Will they return
to the canopies
to resume their lives?
to sing through the day?
to tell me of their little worries
of their love affairs
of their growing nestlings
and their nests?

Amid all that bitterness
Do i hear a dainty twitter?