Treasure Island

Vijay Sai

(30 12 1975 / Trichy, South India)

Eternal Bird


Every evening
When the sun is setting deep
When the cloud is turning from
Bizarre blue to orange red
When the clock is showing half past five
Its time I waited for my pet
In my garden and near my water filled well
It came as I expected
Flying over here from nowhere
Sitting on my well
Shouting mildly for its regular food
I threw a couple of biscuits
Being old and not able to swallow
It blinked here and there
Then, as water came from the ditch
It soaked its food until it is well done
And fit enough for consumption
Satisfied, it looked here and there again
Wings flirting, it started to fly
Towards nowhere from here, from my home!
Guess my pet? It’s none other than my eternal crow!

Submitted: Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 22, 2011

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