Most of the time my thoughts,

largely black

in their forehead, crown and throat,

save the grey nape and breast,

caw vehemently

over carrions

of day to day life-

am I not surprised

when they are no more the crows

they are-

but asian paradise flycatchers-

with milky plumage all over-

with a glossy, navy blue crown-


their throat holding a sweet note-

speckling my glowing inner sky

with their angelic flight-


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Surprise @ Poets United