Tickell Blue
Tender Bamboo stems gently
clash to the wind,
In silence, those sounds
are menacing, menacing to hear,
Viper in that darkness,
twisting twigs, that very grind,
Menacing sounds from the
dark,from the dark that disappear,
When raindrops on the
green capture that soft sun light,
Leaves shiver, push, dance
their way to the skies of gray,
Their flight like the
mighty outstretched wings of the black kite,
While Koel sings those
morning melodies, with notes they play,
Mushrooms pop their tiny
heads from the damp ground,
Like an umbrella of a
fairy tale, an umbrella so tiny to move,
Croakers go on their
rampage spree, like a trumpet, a trumpet sound,
While the Tickell Blue hops
around, hops around the groove.
©Prasad.N
July 23rd 2014
All
rights reserved to Prasad.N
Poet's Note: During my recent
bird-watching at one of the local parks, i was fascinated to
watch the Tickell's blue flycatcher and the others going around doing
their day to day business. Monsoon is a great season to watch nature,
the transformation that takes place is magical.
