I have a tree in my backyard Clustered with fresh leaves Olive and sap green Gnarled branches -knobby Umbrella like red flowers Hibiscus in botany Its spring again Freshness in air My soul inside With wet mud Stimulates' I push open the window Oblivious of the stir In all its serenity Perched a good looking Lady King Fisher Plump and pregnant Resplendent and magnificent In Plumage so colorful Amazingly brilliant! A therapeutic past time A blue feathered bird Beautifully streamlined Poise and grace Taking stock of each flight A visitor to my backyard It takes my breath away
For reasons unknown I sit by my window For hours together Watching her parked Whole day long A musical delight Just like a song One fine morning I wake up to see A scrawly baby bird Amidst the bushes of tree Mama bird assuaging Her ravenous offspring
Raucous appeal to food Slowly and carefully From bill to bill Feeds the little one Anxiously still A delight ' so true Tot to hold A sight to behold! Of-course it's true, Subsequent day Mama bird sprightly and swift Flitting .cheekily twig to twig I saw the baby about To take its first flight Mama bird looking Bewildered at sight
We watched .. ..its peregrinations With great trepidation And baby bird passed Its first flight to survival Sat me in my window With abated breath Saw mama bird Pride with marvel! Next morning the nest was abandoned The mama and babe had flown away The story goes on like this Each year mama and babe Fly away just like this. Next spring will come They will come back again Bring in excitement We wait yet again In unabashed joyous rain Can in no way ascertain? Our kingfisher of old Is the same bird Which came last abode? The tree in my backyard Is vacant again A nondescript tree Is looking for a tenant From avian kingdom all over again.
