My uninvited guest.

On a glowing sunny morning
in the after math
of a fresh bout of rain,
when the sunbeams fell like
jingling sequins
on the quivering
immaculate leaves,
he came and sat in my veranda,
mesmerizing me
with thrilling maneuvers.
With a sharp pointed beak
longer than his body,
a lemon yellow and
brown embroidered
fluffy cotton ball,
he transferred me
into a world of bliss
away from the
dull
drab
drudgery.
He played along,
rolling and unrolling,
hanging like a yo-yo,
tumbling and toppling,
rising and mounting,
managing a twig
in his pointed beak and
twittering with zest,
bringing forth a fist full of joy
all around,
enough to shake me off
from melancholy;
muttering soft soliloquies,
chattering and squealing,
oblivious to the
manipulation, vices of the humans.
On that glowing sunlit morning
he put back
the lost stars in my eyes
and the missing dew drop
in my smile.