The Kingfisher Bird

At first, it looked smaller
than my open eye.
Coming nearer,
I recognized who it was.

By a hand! By a hand!
I missed it as it fluttered past me
in mid-air.
Blue-green, plump and shiny bird,
it plunked itself on a sign board.

There I was, looking up –
no less indebted to realize
that it was not an easy task
to catch the bird.

30th April 2011

Geeta Chhabra

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