Listening in
On the lilting music,
A tiny bob,
A swift hop
on the ledge.
Sharp black eyes
peering in.
A crested bulbul,
On my balcony.
As I watched,
It moved
From end to end.
Almost as if
in dance.
A tilt of appreciation,
A hop again.
Just as the strains
neared an end.
As if to thank.
and then
Away...
I shared
My afternoon today
With Enya
and a little black bulbul...
