The nest

In the hanging pot of moneyplant
A bulbul has made a nest
Till yesterday she was knocking
On the window of the room where I rest

Fighting with its own image
On the mirror like glass
Or trying to catch the partner
Who was so elusive, alas!

Apparently she has found him
And their love has held sway
Flying and playing and loving on trees
She is now on family way!

And now she has to build a nest
In safest and shaded place around
The hanging pot with money plant
Was the best site she has found

But now I am  in a big dilemma
As I go to water the pot
Let nest and eggs go wet
Or  see  my lovely plant rot


I found the answer in gentle rain
Which fell on the pot yesterday
The plant got water and nest was safe
My despondance washed  away