Kingfisher Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Thought I saw a bird, and stopped cycling
With one foot on pavement, was pleased
To see a bright, blue big kingfisher.
While watching it, felt a movement wing-stretch
On south side. It was another smaller one
This one was like a cormorant stretching
It's wings drawing my attention.
Had the pleasure of watching both birds,
One showing its bright blue back
And the other brown with flesh-colored beak.
Behind I could see the hop and dance
Of a black drongo with its split tail.
I remembered Joti my daughter who
Loves kingfishers to the extent of preferring
Them to golden orioles.

Suffused with the joy of bird watching,
I pedaled my cycle ahead for a few meters
And entered home, in Jasmine building.
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