The Bird Of Love Poem by Bill Cantrell
The Bird Of Love
The Chukar calls for a mate
Focusing on the moon to receive its love
In sorrow, there is no answer
My trees are the rocks,
but I have heard that the the desert shall blossom as the rose
and majestic palms and cedars shall be our dwelling
We are humble birds
At times we fly, but we fancy running through the rocky terrains
Our source of water?
The scent we follow,
as it is rare for both man and beast,
in this land
Again the Chukar calls out for a mate,
as he continues to gaze at the moon,
for love is in the air
Love arrives at his side and together
they focus on the moon in their forrest of rocks
Add India and some of the Asian counties as well (Pakistan, Kashmir, India, and Afghanistan) , they are interesting birds. You poem drew correct sketch of it. We have eagles and some desert birds
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7/25/2025 12:03:50 AM # 1.0.0
Such a wonderful images created in my mind, they are indeed fabulous to watch specially during night times we call them Chakor, there are many tales associated with this bird. Some say they cry watching moon as they immensely love moon.5****