My Experience. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In everyday morning walk, I sees them
With different colors and body languages
The wings with colorful beauty
They stands and looks me as their friend
Then slowly retreats and flies a little
To catch the prey in the barren wet field
I know they came from distance as our guests
The village people never hurts them
Or try to disrupt the wandering or standing style
They may love, procreate, and again leaves the place
To be returned when the season changes
The favorable surroundings they knew well
Hoping all the people are their own caretakers