Women In Black -Poem

They are my fave neighbours! Taken cover under the coco palm arbours. Their stunts start when I hold my cup prow. How all of a sudden I started birding, I trow! Every dawn, As I open the door to the balcony, And bask in the weather showery They glide near me as if by magic, seems to wish me a merry morning! There are seven females in pitch black, Wake up even before the hen and cock. They watch over me from the windows at the back. Never forget to caw on me for their morn pecks. Rice, Rajma, Roti or Rusk, whatever I keep They relish it all after a few curious peeps. Watching them eat is reckoned to bring in luck. While I see them feed, my pump smug! As I mimic them, they immediately come into sight And alerts their other corvine comrades. Then over the canopy beam they swiftly perch, Incessantly gazing at the blob of food that I dish-out, On the flavescent stucco parapet. Sometimes it's funny that excitedly they cry While I only stepped out to towel my hair dry Like the chime of bells I end up laughing but, I feed them with bikkies as they don't stop hoping. Their silence surely brings a naughty cause Beak the dustbin lid and push down the trash Peak in to it for rotten lush and mango peels Fly away to the beam upon my fuming gaze. A day after I started penning on my carrion pets I saw them all gathered in unison on the parapet Without a delay I caught them in my mobile cam My mind brimmed up in ecstasy like a broken dam!