The drongo flew in onto his perch
And looked at me on mine.
His scissored tail and satin coat
Mirrored the glorious sunshine.
 
Both in pensive mood,
His slanted head seemed to say
I'm busy with my own work
You don't seem the same way!!

Ah! Free bird I told myself.
Free to soar away
No cares to burden your soul,
No worries to cloud up your day
 
Free bird? I heard him then
I am not free at all,
Life is a constant battle of wits,
To keep me from the fall.
 
Please excuse me dear, I have work to do,
I'm on the lookout for the thieving crow.
My babies are small and weak,
They need to be protected from that cunning foe.
 
I'm not a lotus eater like you,
No time to stop and stare.
To tarry here and talk to you,
I'm sure I do not dare!!