Passing through a green pasture, men cutting grass,I knew what was to be, a scene I would not let pass.Cause I spied a black drongo, on a perch a keen eye,soon there would be drama, a silent hue and cry. Soon the field cleared, egrets and mynas flew in,poking amid the stubble they let the … Continue reading No Ground Rules
As the Koel shuffled away clumsily, glad to be rid of me,I was sure my muse by then had, taken that time to flee.Expecting disappointment, I turned to the Terminalia tree,behold the Fantail yet there, playing with its prey in glee. As I raised the lens to focus, back on the fanned out tail,it gobbled … Continue reading Fanning the Tale
(A Haiku spotlighting fragile habitats) She flutters about,a new lifecycle awaits,a mother’s instinct. For the precise host,and the only sustenance,scouring the coppice. Misfortune beckons,thickets touched by human greed,a sparse foliage. Tired wings stagger,time and vigour on the wane,unbending instinct. A forsaken nook,of stunted hardy herbage,a singular host. Eggs promise new life,The past gladly ebbs away,Axe … Continue reading Of Verdurous Preserves
The lockdown threw us off routine in our lives,making us do things not quite for the archives.While you may hear stories serious off the graph,Bet you haven’t read a tale as this worthy a laugh. With home arrest the outdoor view got restricted,and so did the species of birds to which addicted.Left on the list … Continue reading The Sparrow’s Tongue
A relentless dream to fly, to soar in the lazuline sky, since wings alas we lack, a brain we have to rack. So we send up birds faux, intent to rise like hawks, some with tail and wing, others on miles of string. The paper birds when die, and bid the heavens bye, fall back … Continue reading Freeze!
My eyes seek the light that lies beyond this darkness. I hope it lives. Hope besides hope. [In the frame: House Sparrow (Passer domesticus), male; Mumbai] – Narendra Nayak © 2019
For three hundred million years, these wings have seen no fears, per second beating thirty times, in a flash they can change gears. Flying six ways or levitating, sweeping skies eagerly waiting, mid-air is where the action lies, be it baiting or for mating. For ages we have had a connect, your culture giving us … Continue reading A Dragon’s Ire
In a verdant forest rich and thick, choicest berries and nectar to pick, Jocosus spied in olive and yellow, dazed and soaked who’s this fellow? You look like me except the hues, but suffering quite a case of blues, whence you from, whither bound, don’t mind but never seen around. I am Gularis from the … Continue reading Human(un)kind
Atop a verdant hillock, beneath the rising sun, looking down on tree tops, my vigil had begun. Ticking off the bird calls, all expected by far, suddenly a screeching call, loud and bizarre. On the southern slopes, I set my sight in search, and there it was riotously, calling from its perch. Quickly from the … Continue reading Mocked by a Mocking Bird!