A reunion
with the inmates
heightens the tree’s spirit.

Eavesdropping, she
learns of the sparrows
departure. Chuckles.

Infers,

the aroma of the mangoes
draws the birds. They shift
A delightful abode.

The lascivious fruits
make them harp around.
The beaks glow yellow.

The bitter neem ones
send a despair. The sparrows
frown and curse.

Not longafter,

the mangoes are plucked
packed in baskets.
Ride off.

Lo!

the sparrows return.