The Koel

Lying restlessly on another sleepless night

Listening to the not so muted urban night life

Of this large southern metropolis

I started reminiscing on long past summer nights

The cicadas strident raucous slowly fading  

Replaced by the metronomic tempo of the frogs

Taken over by the lonesome haunting cry

Of the Koel, our northern summer night visitor.

You stole my peaceful dreams and rest!

How long were the hours of the night

Doomed by your search of aestival love?

How many times did I curse you?

How I hated your song, how I miss it tonight!

Summer is not summer without you!

©L. Bailliet

21/02/2012