The Narcissist 

Perched on a  bouganvilla  pedestal 

He scrutinises the handsome specimen reflected in the glass pane

Dressed in fine downy jacketed fur

Luminescence of ripe honey mango 

Eyes in Kohl mascara, darting like those of an Indian dancer 

The black nape oriole calls to attention 

Shrill metallic whistles a seducing lure

Loud and clear echoing into my humble abode

My windows open to a welcoming hug

The glass panes a mirror for a narcissistic preen

The black mynahs squeal in jealousy 

The sparrows chatter with  gossipy delight

A star arising

And the black nape oriole spreads his wings and soars. 


About vickychong

Just an ordinary woman.
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