Sooty be her second name, not Treepie

What do you do
when you see
an arboreal rufescent dream
perched on a banyan blanket?
You’d want to cuddle with her
under her plummage
and sing to her calm sea’s lullaby.
Her beautiful head,
sooty be her second name
and not Treepie.
And where did she get that silver so grey,
makes me go mad.
‘Give me your colours’, I tell her.
She responds,
a sweet string of ko-ki-la
and away does she fly.

Road Trip -2 Paradip, spotted a Rufous Treepie.