A Bird Poem by Chris Prabu

Every morning
After the dawn
A peculiar sound enthralls me.
Tok-Tok or Tak-Tak
Is the sound I hear.


Every morning
It makes me so curious.
Finally, I encountered a strange friend
A vivid, tiny, curious
Winged friend.


Every morning
After the rise of the sun,
She comes there at my window
Stares the window glass
And bangs it with ire.


I wonder......
What makes her so furious...
Then, I closely observed the window from my room
And she didn't see me; as its an one way glass
There, she gazed his own image.


She imagines and believes
The bird in the glass is
Her dangerous and vulnerable enemy.
And she let's her anger grow
Day by day steadily and firmly.


Many things has changed
Slowly and rapidly around me
But her anger never stops.
It grows and grows in her mind
Like a giant tree comes out of a small seed.


Sometimes I chuckle myself
About her stupid manners and
Sometimes I fill with amaze
By her determined mind
Of chasing an enemy.