Bird

Sitting at the shore I was staring at the horizon
Marvelling at things passing away without a stir
The inevitability of the drowning sun
And our lives, so much like it, fade away in a blur 

Melancholy of milieu was gratefully broken
By a bitty bird batting on an old beach tower
Talking with her eyes in words unspoken
Drizzle of curiosity amidst lifeless shower  

In an immanent feeling of superiority
She tilted her head to construe something
& then carried on her tasks with great nitty-gritty
While I sat admiring her zest for living

I looked at her and wondered how simplistic life can be
Her curiosity & charm like a spell bound me
I grew fond of her and probably so did she
I hummed a rhyme & she sang with me

I loved watching her go about her ways
Moving close & far playing her game of sway
A connection I never felt in all the days
Instinctively I stretched my hand to hold her 
& snap she flew away...