The stilts stood in repose
Striking a haiku-like pose.
The grebes and coots were all a-chatter
"Look at me!", chirped this one,
"Huh, so what?", grumbled this comb duck
"So am I, but have had no luck.
No mate have I found
And you wouldn't understand
The joys of solitude, but I can",
said this frequently solitary pelican.
Spot-billed pelican, with a swallow in the foreground, and a little grebe in the background
Spot-billed pelican, with a swallow in the foreground, and a little grebe in the background
But this grey heron looked miffed.
The roars of the cars on the road nearby
just a trifle lazy,
It stood on the water's edge,
looking at the water so hazy.
With all this sewage and garbage
Its a wonder its able to forage.
and to his lady love, clucked and hooted.
With weeds in his bill he chuckled,
And under his courtship, she buckled!
walking on his spidery toes,
"When will my tail appear,
oh will it never, that I fear.
Oh blimey, oh banana,
Mr Ramanan will be there with his camera.
Then make sure you strike him a good pose
So I may salute you with poetry, not prose.
Tell all your feathered friends in the marsh
On us, please dont be too harsh.
We've made a mess
that I confess
But we'll try our best
to reverse the process
and make your homes green once again.
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Pallikaranai is the marshy wetland, now very much a part of the city of Madras, encroached upon by development, and spoiled by garbage disposal.