in the heart of her palm,
to find a safe place
by the drying riverside in me;
she steps into a puddle
on the way, wetting her feet,
before she can find
the low tide in me.
No matter how many times I have spotted the White-Bellied Treepie, she has always been quick to say goodbye. I have just one good photograph of her. The rest are hazy moments that passed by too soon. It has happened too many times. I have heard her call and drifted towards her scent in hope of spending meaningful time with her. But it has ended in rejection.
I am unsure if I have the fortitude to follow her call anymore. I still think she is an alluring creature. Beauty exists without anyone having to attest to it. Maybe one day we will find harmony in each other; find the time to drink the matinee sun, stretched under a canopy of trees with jewel bugs for company. And if she feels comfortable enough, I will photograph and share the beauty in her.
Until then, I shall leave her, my beautiful and graceful White-Bellied Treepie, with love.
The photographs were taken in Periyar National Park, Thekkady.