The human bird that flutters in the air, in pleasant hours of twilight,
With a heart and mind akin to its own,
Flying from one windowsill to another, why?
It sat on the one nearby me, while curiosity arises,
The bird was in arm’s distance, looking at me.
Wondering what I will do, I stretched my arms,
One final moment the wings took off,
The feathered returned back, and eluding its capture several times.
Until I gave up, upon nightfall.
The next day, it woke me with the call of coo.
A friendship without words unfurled.
My hostile nature has won the heart of the feathered,
The wings that eluded me, gave a silent conversation every morning.
A bond that grew with the wings of occurrence.
Daniel Aloysius RaymondCreative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.