If I measure the bird
by its trill, it should be bigger.

Twilight radiates from a magenta
monsoon sky hanging low around
my shoulders. I push through the
balmy scent of soaked green earth
to get closer.

Purple rumped sunbird.

A mouthful for one
barely three inches long.
A name filled with
certain assurances:

that it reflects the bird’s bright
spirit and the energy it imparts

that colour is a natural ingredient

and nature its own adornment