Shorty - Admiring You.

I remember that evening vividly,

When I saw your first,

Calling to the world,

To look at you and your astounding beauty!!

Wearing a gorgeous eye-catching garb,

I was mesmerised,

Like a boyish love,

Excited I was,

To see you,

To say hello !!

Side note: Few days back this Black-hooded oriole appeared in a tree outside my window. I was taken aback by its beauty which reminded me of...

Black-hooded oriole

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