KalaGhoda excerpt

From Kala Ghoda Poems by Arun Kolatkar  That was smooth, Mr. Crow - a perfect landing. You swoop down from the Y axis of the tree (a black blur in free fall) stretch your wings and level off along the baseline of the pavement, executing a perfect hyperbolic curve with throwaway ease, until you just skim along, give yourself a slight lift, and touch down. Oh, that was just beautifully done -you, you, you airdevil! 

© Arun Kolatkar