The Bird Of Winter Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I open the windows
And watch you hopping
From frond to frond
Picking up seeds and
Worms and twisting your
Head from this side to that

I watch you shedding
A plume- small and brown-
For me to pick up to use
As a book mark

I watch you sitting
On the window sill
Head tilted to a side
Staring at me as if you know
Me since years
You gave a twit and flew away
I open the windows
A chilly wind beats my face
You are not there
Your nest hangs like
Loose skin of an old man