If you were a crow – how would your day be ….?

Silly bird, looks absurd but skillful at his trade.

I have always loved watching birds. One day I was watching a group of birds, while waiting for a bus near a mosque in Chennai. Words started to bombard inside my brain which eventually took shape as my pen ploughed the monthly bus pass. Here is what formed at the end of it. An ode to the bird abode in my heart.

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One of those… half asleep things where you have to write it down then sort it out in the morning.

A pigeon in the subway clever enough to find the way out.

A few hunting tips.

A poem I cant fully describe about two simple things I like which I suppose is really a bigger picture of the way I see beauty in often discared thing, people, places and how it sometimes leaves me misunderstood but happy.

You have a high opinion of yourself.

Very tasty.