There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house,
Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season,
God has created everything for a reason.
The grassy strands are woven into cosy,
Intricate nests for their spouse.
The male baya painstakingly weaves a splendid nest,
Impresses his lover with his marvellous intellect.
The male baya is a perfect Engineer for nest building,
These birds are ingenious in construction.
They built artistic nests and bring up families,
One bedroom apartments sometimes more,
Amazing golden nests with layers four,
I used to watch them from my floor.
They have large colonies of weavers’ nest!
Rainy season is the time for their love fest,
When the parched earth turns Emerald,
Lush green gardens with all its gold,
The appearance of these birds brings great applaud.
The birds arrive on the stage with frolicking mood,
When spring season reaches its peak,
The small bird gets into the breed and brood,
The male wears a Royal Robe of yellow ,
And chocolate brown suit.
Wears a yellow crown for the season of love.
The nest is an architectural masterpiece,
Which dangles from tree branches with,
Simplicity and ease.The nest looks like a,
Long pipe with a bulge in the middle
With an entrance pointing downward ,
The Architect of Taj Mahal would be,
Startled at the marvel of a tiny bird.
Although the latticed nest looks delicate,
And precarious. In fact are very sturdy ,
And looks gorgeous. When he weaves,
A splendid nest, invites his lover to inspect,
The construct. If she is not satisfied with ,
The nest,another improved version with the best.
A marvellous builder the tiny bird,
Of Almighty’s creation have you heard?