A Purple Flash

I crouch on the land of the Mangala people, 

Listening with all I've got.

A flash of purple, that's all I came to see,

But could it be that I do not?

A rustle in the bushes,

The reeds sway in the wind,

Then it steps out.

This is what I've been waiting for,

And finally it's here,

A purple-crowned fairy wren.

It's looking at me,

Am I a threat?

Finally, it scampers away.

But I don't care.

I've just caught a glimpse 

Of the threatened, and endangered,

purple crowned fairy wren.