Architect by trade, poet by heart.
Gratitude To A Black Bird
Black bird perched on the eave
Croaking a dissonant note amidst
So many Nightingales
Are you aware of my gaze?
Can you discern my silent praise
Of your lustrous coat and yellow eye?
Have you an inkling of my wish
That you be dealt a fair hand?
Do you care at all? Probably not,
Though I know you alighted here
From an abode in a higher ground
Where, perhaps, eternal ties
Bind us with unaware resoluteness.
Like an old friend I can only say
You've graced my weary mornings
With your lustrous coat
And your peering, yellow eye.