Birding at the Teesta
Cruising around isles of wetland
My canoe tips and tows me soundlessly
To catch the pied kingfisher surprise its doomed prey.
Oars slice , and new vistas expand.
Expand , focus and discover-
My zooming binoculars know the rules,
They rest secret eyes on the cacophonous woods
Where the great pelicans hover.
Hover and forage on the shoal
Purple herons, coots , grebes and jacanas-
Home shifts with seasons and changes gears to sound needs
New nests on bygone haunts console.
Console the willows left weeping-
When at season’s end, the warblers squander
Into melting dots in the grey- blue firmament
Tempting flocks to join their cruising.
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