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Winter At Forest Hut

The spring is gone
The weather is growing cold
Birds of rain are not seen much
Scrubland birds are becoming bold

The drongo calls in triumph
Along with the long-tailed shrike
The raptors are back in form
Dry conditions they like

The days are trifle short
Hear the treepie's rambling calls
The sun sets quickly
As frosty darkness falls

5 responses to “Winter At Forest Hut”

  1. Komal V Avatar
    Komal V

    Cold and frosty.i can already feel the cold there. How about a pizza party ?? Hahaha.

    1. Dhruv Dave Avatar
      Dhruv Dave


  2. Komal V Avatar
    Komal V

    Very beautiful picture of FOREST HUT.

    1. Dhruv Dave Avatar
      Dhruv Dave

      Thank you.

  3. This is a wonderful poem. Loved it!

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