A black drongo stops by

A drongo came visiting, and it was black
Not ashy, I knew for red iris it lacked.

It wheezed, whistled and swooped

as, for flying insects it looked.

Swift forays from the teak branch

I tell you, he had plenty to munch.

Maybe he will visit again, for lunch

a beakful of insects do make a good crunch.

A background of white teak flowers
followed by October showers
and then the power fails for hours
making us into pretender troubadours!