GOLDEN EAGLES AND KINGFISHERS

One day,
like Jack and Jill,
went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water,
two guys,
X and Y,
walked downhill,
to a beer parlour in the city,
to have a bottle of beer,
Golden-eagle to X,
KingFisher to Y,
without a penny in anyone’s pocket,
found themselves,
seated face to face,
in a hazy, air-conditioned,
moon-lit beer parlour,
came both in seconds,
liquid gold,
found itself inside,
one designed glass,
the not so gold liquid,
found itself inside another glass,
both attractive and glittering,
a feast to both’s eyes,
drank with eyes first,
got the liquids transferred,
into both’s bellies,
X dreamt developing golden wings,
metamorphosing into a Golden eagle,
Y dreamt developing wings,
evolving into a KingFisher,
dream came true,
for both then and there,
the Golden eagle waved its wings,
in air, flew around in the sky,
preying victims,
KingFisher waving wings,
flew to a lake-side tree branch,
perched with vigilant, piercing eyes,
the cashier at the counter,
still awaits the two guys,
with the unpaid bill,
under the sun mica
covering the table.