*Cinnamon and black grey
breaks the summer's doze
the voice gives away
it's sitting somewhere close.
The shade of a mango tree
that rests the wings from sun
breaks the day busy
to a lonely space for one.
In its eyes black bead dark
solitude wears a skin
a sadness makes its mark
of a silent cry within.
It dips beak deep for preens
cleanse that's daily a chore
another day quick spins
shadows are longer more.*
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
*Cinnamon and black grey
breaks the summer's doze
the voice gives away
it's sitting somewhere close.
The shade of a mango tree
that rests the wings from sun
breaks the day busy
to a lonely space for one.
In its eyes black bead dark
solitude wears a skin
a sadness makes its mark
of a silent cry within.
It dips beak deep for preens
cleanse that's daily a chore
another day quick spins
shadows are longer more.*
a bird native to the Indian subcontinent.
inspired by one such lonely bird on a mango tree.
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