! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Spare Just A Moment....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Spare just a moment for the bird Who flew from bleak winter of her habitat, In search of warmth, food wet lands And green fields, instead only found silt. Spare just a moment for the bird Who uncertainly hovers in the sky, A grey cloud drifting by, seemed to ask why Alone, where is your flock and why do you cry. Spare just a moment for the bird Who oh, so despondently alights? Looking askance for a sanctuary, Perplexed, why barely a marsh, rest concrete. Spare just a moment for the bird, Who feels lost as it sits on an electric pole Wondering whatever happened to Neem and Babool Which spread out arms to welcome for rest and to nest? Spare just a moment for the bird Who misses her good old friends Dainty Golden Oriole, Kingfisher and Egrets, And wonders how come only vultures lie in wait…