Peacock

What's riches to him

That has made a great peacock

With the pride of his eye?

The wind-beaten, stone-grey,

And desolate Three Rock

Would nourish his whim.

Live he or die

Amid wet rocks and heather,

His ghost will be gay

Adding feather to feather

For the pride of his eye. 

William Butler Yeats

Cuckoo, koyal cooing , perched on a tree in India

O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?

To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.

William Wordsworth

Squirrels playing around with each other

Little squirrel, bushy tailed and bright, 

You're here, you're there, everywhere in sight, 

Frantically you go, through day and night, 

With flashing, frenzied, frenetic flight. 

Squirrel, how I'd like to hold you still, 

And calm your body's twitching ripple, 

I, molasses, run slow and tranquil, 

You, quick silver, dip and dance and spill. 

How shall I love thee, let me find a way, 

Maybe you will calm when you are grey, 

But I think I'll never see the day 

When before me, calmly still, you’ll lay. 

O my silver streak, I love your tail, 

You’re a flashing fuzzy, I’m a snail, 

I’m a bottled message, you’re air mail, 

I’m a zephyr, you’re a full-blown gale. 

And between us there is a schism, 

With no hope of change or revision 

Yet someday we will love, that’s my vision, 

In spite of your metabolism. 

Dennis Lambert

Squirrel on a tree

Come play with me;

Why should you run

Through the shaking tree

As though I'd a gun

To strike you dead?

When all I would do

Is to scratch your head

And let you go. 

William Butler Yeats

Tailorbird feeding from yellow trumpet flowers

Common Indian Myna Chirping & Clicking