there is a bird in my backyard
green glitter eyes
And blue white tender feathers
I wake up to her sweet. mild. twitters
making me to gasp from a distance
from the nooks of mahogany windows
the shine of dazzling sun falling
yellow at a time
orange at another
it’s a calm sight
that complements my serene expression
at the moment
which you get to see
one in thousands.

there is a bird in my backyard
that perhaps sleeps by the time
sun sets
And moon shows up
my partner while I take a stroll
one step at a time
the silver orb shows me up
a star talking to another star
I listen to their conversation
sweet. mild. again
parallel to the morning bird’s chirps
in the same space. different times.

there is a squirrel in my backyard
grey marble eyes
and walnut color skin
that circles the yard
and walks towards the verandah to the right
jumping and jumping
over the white & black square pattern floor
identical to the chess board
it plays there. right mild and sweet.
different space. different times.


Instagram: @sharmashreya020

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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