From Our Fifth Floor Flat Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The bird flying up North
Across two rain clouds
Separated by a ridge of grey light.

I go to the window facing East
To do bird-watching
Remind myself it requires patience.

I see the blue kingfisher sitting
Above the water on a height
In a dry low branch of that tree in water.

dark reddish brown head
Flesh-colored long, thick beak
Bright blue all down below.

Told Tillumma and she wanted
To see, and did. Then the bird flew
Sat in another spot showing chest-white.