Apocryphal shot of spring

a poem by Jayati

All around
there is a hush.
The jackal hide
behind the bush.
Pounce in a rush
Find, the singing thrush
Flocking together
of the same feather.
Fiends, not to be afraid of
Moribund encircled.
The pleasurable easy win
Shots from the machine gun.
The camera at a distance
commits an excess.
Circulating the same
All series serration.