On every surprise rain day
a neighborhood parrot
sits atop the same frond
of an aged coconut tree.
It talks in childlike voices, and
seems to be cooing for me
It makes me want to call back
in the same endearing tone.
But then, dear bird,
I know not your name.
I wish to sit beside you, and
hear you say about your day.
Tell me... were you able to
weave your victories,
deal your difficulties,
knock down the naysayers,
and wade through the dangers?
Would you want to hear
my day's stories as well?
Dear old wise coconut tree,
several minutes have gone past,
looks like the perched parrot
could not hear me quite...
I am sure you must have
heard my thoughts all right.
Why not?
You've seen my phases
since my childhood, and
given me company
during days of desolation
and spurts of revelation
We've seen each other
through our gloomy days
of storms and rains, and made
the difficult days of pain fade.
Enough of all that I said...
Now, make me a friend
of the visiting shy bird
before it flies away unheard.
~ Sep 05, 2021