POEM: Black Kite Over Bangalore

The predator commands a post atop a monolithic chimney, which it defends from swooping competitors with a hop, a wing flare, all while going talons up. Its trilling whistle call signals I know not what to I know not whom, but it’s persistent. Its head swivel-snaps around in precise jerks — a clockwork motion. The kite is peering more across the building tops toward the incoming weather than down into the urban valley where it might find a meal. Monsoon season is coming, and it intends to get in some preemptive showers — just to make certain all know that Mother Nature consults no calendars. When a gust hits, the kite beak aligns on the wind direction, but wind shear catches its back feathers, giving it a shabby look.

In the background, I watch its comrades in flight. To say “circling” would be to impose more order than these birds’ chaotic aerial dance warrants. Mostly they glide, each to its own flight plan — occasionally flapping for altitude or making a brief, awkward plummet.

Urban Wildlife Haiku

crowded skies,
circling raptors weave
invisible baskets.



little chipmunk,
screeching relentlessly,
stop! all are warned.



rat slinks away
as cat creeps near,
despite edge in size.




popsicle monkey,
crowd coos, “Cute copy-cat,”
idly stuffing faces.



Mumbai leopards?
Hollywood mountain lions?
cats seeking parts?