The Baya Weaver

He had fondly decided to do his best And win her love- his warm,cute choice ; He flew about her, in chivalry and poise, Who pecked and offered him to build a nest That should be all of comfort and pride, Besides being surely safe and compact ; Beating amorous wings he receded with tact : It should be pompous ; she won't deride Nor ever in any way, the cosy love decline , As he would truly buckle down and align Hovering about the nearby greenery and foliage, He perched finally on an entangled branch, Watching the waters running through a ranch ; From the dawn to the dusk he did engage His spirits and effort to search and port, Shreds and patches of fronts and grass; Every flight secured his hope and strength across ; And then in all came up a neat little fort, The emotive achiever made a careful scrutiny Contented that the nest would house his destiny. Fluttering around the proud preener, he did woo In soft twitters and impulsive moves explicit , Of flapping wings and the beak came the tweet ; The preview began without much ado.... Just a perch on the nest shaped well And a few choice leaps here and there ... She shrugged and fluttered away in the air Leaving the poor proposer in a pell-mell Yet was there a helpless humble chase To seek the hopeful way out of the maze The crest-- fallen darer with lost regard And vanity, wrathfully began to crack -- Peeling and undoing every minutely twined pack And pull down- his love laboured hard , With perches and hops crazy and anger agile; The torn naive mass from the foliage nook, Fell into the nonchalant water of the brook; The puny loser's flight was fretful and fragile; Snug warmth empowers and accomplishes a task While cold pride crushes and sticks a mask.