Covid Days

Covid days

Of window watching.

Spying on the
Bright, loud feathers

Flitting at ease

Uncautious abandon.

Clear, shrill chirps

Birdly Antakshari

Echoing in the fresh, crisp,

Unfettered air.


*Antakshari (un-taak-sha-ree) is a game of singing songs where the verse/word/letter/sound you end your song off with is the word the next person starts with.


spring’s herald

Spring’s feathered herald

pecks furtively at the frozen’d ground

urging worms far nestled below

who refuse to venture out

and greet the bitter rain.

His red-dulled breast


with water disguised as ice.


She found last night

among the howling winds

that her chickling

had become an egg once more

curled into a downy, frail ball

yet no more warm

now more silent than ever.


Two quivering robins

huddle over their branch-bare nest

their warbles lost in the pelting hail

not a peep escapes from their hatchlings.