Whiskers Wish to Widespread
When the day breaks, you hear us whistle
Waking and wishing you a wonderful day
Watch over me with my whiskers well pleased,
Working dawn and dusk to widespread our breed.
White cheeks are wow, while wings washed with brown
Were seen on the wooded areas once,
Wisely wangled now to their way near Wight
Warm weather goes with their rearing way.
While waving the tails and drooping the wings he welcomes his wife
When we're ready to breed, we won't mind
Warding off within three thousands square yard
Walls or bushes or tree we'll never mind
Weaving the wide mouthed bow nest to warm our wee chicks
While one went to catch wasp; other wrapped the clutches to warm
Wipes off the waste week in and week out
Weeks later when the chicks grow wax and wane withers off the nest
Walking out of the nest, the young whiskers
Whistle the song of widespread.
This poem focuses on the breeding behaviour of the red whiskered bulbul bird. These days the birds are building nests very close to the human habitation. During this pandemics, many of you might have eye witnessed the breeding of bulbuls. This poem is a small effort of mine by clubbing the words starting from the alphabet 'W' and the breeding behavior of the bird. Share your stories associated with bulbul and comment your feedbacks in the comment section. See you...
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