Peek-A-Boo Poem by Prasad Natarajan

Peek-a-boo

Mischievous golden transparent lines of sunlight,
Gently tickle the morning tender sleepy leaves,
Strange shyness as taken over those midnight dews,
Little chirping performance greets the window sill,

Her brittle swift feet bounce of the tiny stern twigs,
While fluttering wings of thoughts fills its motion,
Collecting ripe loose red berries from feminine stem,
Flying to and fro, feeding adolescent minds with life,

To capture her beautiful glimpse, idle windows open,
Her startle eyes and quick feathers take to the skies,
Now red berries remain ripe and dry over the floor,
Soft chirping, fluttering sounds is heard no more,

Nesting ground she never finds in her fickle mind,
Harsh wild season just a vague migrating reason,
Echoes of her chirping voice haunt my empty nest,
Lonely ravens peek through every now and then.

©Prasad.N 8th March 2011.
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