Supermoon

A joyous swoon,
a haiku croon,
a Supermoon...

Mid-night Supermoon tickled me from bed, got to chatting. 'For you am poetry; for me am hungry,' mused Supermoon. Felt like some haiku poet as Supermoon pleaded for eats; 'something to eat. Rama might have kept sambhar and rice in the fridge', Supermoon said; one wriggled out into a chilly night and fed me friend with vetta kuzhambu and rice; roasted a few tapioca papads; Supermoon sat on the bed, chewed steadily, slapping a few mosquitos; me got curious: 'You get your daily prasad with hundis full; and tonight you are Supermoon, there will be huge offerings,' me said. Supermoon snapped a papad and was into a bite; 'When did you last go to the temple,' Supermoon asked; me passed the query; 'the hundis are empty, there is no cash, the priests have scooted with currency; no prasad; why dont you walk the streets, visit some temples; the gods are planning to stand in bank lines; you may see them at private banks as reports are they are better with separate counters for senior citizens; all gods are senior citizens,' Supermoon went on and on. His talk longer than bank lines; he did not like me laughs; Supermoon screwed his face as he licked clean the plate; 'pass on thanks to Rama,' Supermoon said and went to sleep while me hunked into a sofa. We went for an early morning walk -- LIC Colony and Assisi grounds; on the closed gates of the Management Development Centre (LIC) sat a bharadwaj, Lady or Gent, we were not sure; from behind a tamarind tree we watched, the bharadwaj walking the top of the gate, pausing over some dried roti on a wall, nibbling at the breakfast, hopping over to a tamarind and away; for about seven minutes we observed from about five feet; we came into the open and the bird did not fly away; this November, LIC Colony seems to be holding a sizable lot of bharadwaj with their hoarse calls. 'Been years since I had a relaxed morning, watching birds, earring their calls .....'said Supermoon preparing to go. 'Where to,' me asked? 'Where else but to a bank to stand in the queue for some cash, not for the hundi and priests, but for my lunch. Cant tax Rama, who also will be in some bank branch,' said Supermoon. 'Will the banks have some TV sets beaming the South Africa-Australia Test match? asked Supermoon; ' the match is over, South Africa has won,' me replied; 'so no cricket?' Stars, planets, fates stood cashless.