Between the songs, famished wings flutter by,
Low-marked, fading, a delay in nature’s sigh.
From a parrot’s chirp, a snake strikes with stealth,
Life and death entwined, pain and endurance’s solemn wealth.
Like an unfinished note, nature’s discord reigns,
Breath is stifled, sorrow of a cracked refrain.
In the season of song, grief holds her back,
The horizon shut, a melancholy track.
