The Black Face Cuckoo Shrike

You know that bird the black face cuckoo shrike He's one who does not have a look alike In darkened face and cloak of silvery gray I see them often though not every day. He takes his prey by the element of surprise By darting from tree tops to snatch bees and flies He and his wife they raise their chicks then fly away The migrant birds in one place never stay. His voice to it has a distinctive ring And some people know him as the 'shufflewing' A dove sized bird and like a hawk in flight And he always shuffles his wings on branch when he alight. He and his wife they raise their family In flimsy nest of sticks high up on tree And at breeding time the pair aggressively Defend the borders of their territory. The black face cuckoo shrike as i recall Is one without a look alike at all Wearing silver cloak and dark around the face He's one who doesn't stay long in any place.