a sight at which i beheld my eyesA welcome relief from the dull city sights
That Blue Bird in the grey sky.
Its periodic,recurring,ringing cry,
an exhilarating tune at the city's heart
Listening and going back to our roots
back to being Mother Nature's part.
Its bright blue wings a beautiful sight
a blood red beak to behold
Its chest a color hard to miss
which i would say yellowish gold.
The bird would perch, oblivious to the noise
as i trained my camera lens
Straining to capture that perfect shot
located at a good distance.
Despite its appearance, difficult
to find, a bird watcher now i was
Waiting for it to turn up
and then clicking its random shots.
Listening to its unique call
i would expect and wait for hours
Praying it not be scared away
by construction and honking cars!
And then came a day i was waiting for
as on my window it showed
I rushed in to get the camera
and thanking for the chance bestowed!
And as i got the camera
a cracker burst so loud was heard
That frightened away the poor thing
and off went that Blue Bird!
I waited for months to come
but that call again i never heard
That call which connected me to it
The Call Of The Blue Bird.
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