**KINGFISHER**
I see a kingfisher every morning,
Sitting quietly on a branch,
Without a single chirp it remains in trance,
Is it absorbing what the sun has to say?
Or maybe it is welcoming the new day?
The mornings are cold,wet or dry,
The bird never failed to try,
A long gaze in the blue sky,
Until it gathered enough courage for next fly,
My day too ends well believing that old superstition,
Watching a blue bird do add motivation.
© PUJA_typing