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.
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