I want a picture of that tiny bird.
Elusive, it flits from branch to other,
hovering in mid-air it flaps its wings;
the moment I hear that ‘whirring’ sound
I'm out with my mobile,
its lightning speed I’m unable to capture,
It doesn’t care.
My neighbour’s red feeder’s more exciting.
Time is running out, it's already autumn,
soon it has to go into torpor
or fly off to warmer places.
Its iridescent emerald feathers
and sparkling rose-pink throat
reminds me of grandma’s brooch-
'Flying jewel' in the clear-blue sky.
Photography by N. Ravi