Koel. 22.4.20
The Koel's cries
Strident
Harsh in the summer sky
Loud and insistent.
Letting us know
That summer's arrived
The mangoes are blossoming
Fruits will soon be ripe.
I thought it was the female
Seeking a mate
Now, I learnt, its the male
Both engaged in a game.
He replies if you call to him
Seems desperate,
Her cry more gentle
Belies her malicious ways.
He's a raven mimic
And distracts the other birds
They get busy with him
that clears the path for her.
A brood parasite
Is what the Koel's called
And what she does
Will surely appall.
Slothful or callous
She doesn't care
Laying her eggs
in another's nest.
When space is short
She's quick to adjust
Throwing the other's fledglings
Out in the dust!
Heartless mother
Cruel to the core
Killing another's young ones.
Turning her back on her own
Psalm 91 says God keeps us
'neath His wings
He's watchful and mindful
Not blind to our ills.
What a contrast
to the Koel pair
They cheat and kill
He loves and cares.
Hmm, do they sound like
the father of lies?
There's no doubt
satan- the cause of all strife.
We have a Good Father
In Him we can rest
Taking care of us fledglings
Providing for each His best!
So now we know the Koel tale
Fascinating isn't it?
In the new kingdom
I shall extrapolate
That the Koel
Will reform
Care for her young ones
Keep them warm.
So we can pray
For Dads and Mums
And ofcourse
Daughters and sons
That God turn our hearts
To each other
In our lives
and homes
That as we look to Him
He will restore
All that is lost
And double more.
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