Frenzy.
Drooped in summer as my pink-bloomed
jasmine drowsily straddles the scorched afternoon.
a blackbird appears, skating thru\'
grass for live lunch with beak sharp as blade, stoops,
gulps yet again and though drunk
with labour, flaps wildly in heat-haze before pluming
upward over-heavy with extras
and heads away by high climbing, levels out to huge
tree where, still tied to feed-time
baby beaks raise gapes to take fill before zooming
sun-riddled parent wings off again.
Feeding means frenzy until nestlings feather.
All praise to wise Nature for such avian effort.