Morning Visitor

The Mynah bird screeches squawks
I have not seen him very often
of late I hear him
He shows himself today.
Shouting on the railing
Is he asking for food?

They came a few months ago
Several of them
Arguing on the branches
Outside my balcony
After a gap of three decades
Almost.

What a surprise it was to see them
in the midst of only crows and pigeons
and the occasional parrot.
The sparrows have all but gone.
I see one sometimes in three months.

Welcome my little mynah bird
Would that you could survive the towers
the small sparrow
gave up long ago.