Flight of Life
Poetry by Priya Rajan
A Heron chick landed on a fork of a lawn tree
No rivers around, no lake And groundwater sank beneath those roots. Yet she manifested. A brown fluff amongst the concrete blocks. She sat still and tilted her head To the acoustics of the human shrill. She sieved the wind for vital cues A sound-note from her mother perhaps, scent of a fish. She fell off to the ground, onto the lawn Amidst the shrieking children ruling the turf. They chased her around and wondered her name. A strange bird caught up in pigeonhole. Exhausted children retired for the night Leaving the heron chick barely awake. She did not move or make a noise, she lay there. A pond heron chick, on a manicured lawn. The next morning, she was gone. But she was there in the dark of the night. Did the prowling cats get her? Or she caught a frog and took a flight Like an arrow towards the alpenglow sky. |
About the Writer
Priya Rajan lives in Bangalore, India. She worked in the software industry for more than a decade and quit for personal priorities. Currently, among other things, she is striving to be a writer. Her articles and poetry have been published in NatureWriting, Snapdragon, Flock, Orion, Hinterland and Gyroscope Review. She is thankful for the time and attention her work shall receive.