The Rufous Whistler

Of Humankind he is one who does feel shy
The rufous whistler in the woodland nearby
He feels inspired to song when thunder's in the sky
For the reason for this is there one who knows why?
At the noise of passing truck he too bursts into song
The secrets of Nature with Nature belong
A bird of the woodland that one often does not see
One can say there are more conspicuous than he
Loud noise the song in his heart does stimulate
As if noise is a thing he likes to celebrate
In the old wood within sight of the town
When thunder is in the sky and the rain is bucketing down
The shy rufous whistler is always in song
With the fury of Nature he is singing along.