At dawn, I rise
hoping for a quiet morning,
but…
A Myna in his best black coat
greets me with a knock
on my glass window.
Pigeons on the wires
with fluffed collars
murmur greetings.
A returning Bat
screeches Goodnight
as he swoops past the window.
On the tree next door,
a sleepy Owlet admonishes me
for sleeping all ‘day’.
Two Sparrows sit there
swapping the latest gossip.
A Parrot on the electric pole
squawks at the Crows
partying on the roof top
are loud enough
to raise the dead.
The Eagle on the water tower
is quiet though,
looking for breakfast amidst the row.
I quietly hum a tune to myself.
My mornings are quiet
but never silent…
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 