Looking at the sky
It sits on a stem
Ignores the jeeps passing by
And is duly ignored by them
With a backdrop of the setting sun
It surveys the field
It sees a deer on the run
Only to soon yield
It sits for a few minutes more
And then flies into the air
Settles itself on a sleeping boar
And surveys the field from there
Everyday it flies over the elephant herd
And retreats to its nest
And no one cares to look at the little bird
When there's a tiger in the forest
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