The Sun-bird and the Fruit-bat

the purple sun-bird
with the sun
glinting off it's
beautiful back
came this morning
carefully fluttered
it's tiny wings
pushed it's
long lovey beak
into the banana flower
drank it's juices
and flew away...

the black fruit-bat
washed and wet
with the monsoon
shining it's beady eyes
came this evening
carefully settled
it's webby wings
opened his
tiny tiny mouth
put it to the banana flower
drank it's juices
and flew away...

Morning at the bus-stop

Helicopters,
we said;
in school.
I tell her,
Dragon Flies.
Black, Red, Orange and yellow.
Wild Zinnias,
brilliant orange;
bordering on crimson.
Mushrooms white,
mushrooming;
under a tree,
and on it.
A Buffalo
black and grey,
led by a farmer;
in white pajamas,
and Gandhi cap,
comes,
goes in,
through the gate,
where the vet awaits.
The school bus,
brilliant yellow,
with green letters;
is already here.
Bye bye dear,
have a fun day,
at school.