For days the parrots
visiting the guava tree
in the morn or at noon
left a little unripe fruit
beneath some shoots
eyeing the guava fruit in
my neighbour's garden
hanging on next to our balcony
'' alittle more ripe -
and tomorrow I will hve'
next day finding the fruit missing
she said ' perhaps a lil bird
was hungry..perhaps'
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