Can’t you hear the bird’s chirping far away?
She calls out to her lover in the night.
Her beloved, silent ‘til the new day;
“Wait softly, my love, I shall soon take flight.
Capitalize on times when we’re apart-
Isolation is a test of love’s grit.
When the sun rises thrice more, then I dart.
Back from the hunt, I’ll embrace my blue tit-
The one I love. My unswerving wife, come,
Relieve this old bird of his working pains.
Allow my bounty to nourish our home.
Reap what I’ve sown, feast on what I have slain.
Pay heed to this awesome harvest I bring,
For far off, the sultry bee-eater sings.