happy · Life

Little birdie

I look out the window

Sweet little bird

Your little cheep

Is all I heard

I see you in your nest


I give you food

And watch you play

You search for twigs

And whatever you find

You bring it back

Leave nothing behind

You leave to dig

To pick up worms

To give to your babies

So they might learn

They are getting stronger

We hear them so

Fighting together

Siblings to and fro

One falls out

Of the nest

To the floor

And breaks its neck

The neighbourhood cat

Comes along

That poor birdie

That wasn’t long

The baby is big

Testing his wings

Trying to fly

A joy to hear sing

He flies up high

And toys in the sky

I always wondered

Why he does that, why?

He is a joy to watch

As he comes back down

His mother watching

Making no sound

Then he flies in a window

And makes a loud thud

That poor bird stunned

Will he have enough?

That cat is back

The mum defends her son

She attacks the cat

The battle won

The cat backs off

As the mum chirps at her boy

The cat pounces

And plays with her like a toy

The son escapes

Out of harm’s reach

He can only watch

Of course he can’t speak

He will have to learn

How to survive

Life isn’t easy

At least he is alive

Flowers · Life · love

Waiting to adorn you

I wait patiently

Waiting to adorn you

Your beauty

If only temporary

I still seek it

To quench the thirst

Of my eyes

To satisfy my need

Of inhaling your odour

To caress your

Soft velvetness

For the moment I remain

Patiently waiting

As a disciple

Why do you have this effect?

I never noticed it before

I just wish to nurture you

So you can give back

Your beauty in payment

So I can linger in your perfume

And think constantly of you

And even when you will die

I will have done my best

The coolness will come

And you will will be no more

My sadness will come back

But I will know

In myself

This goodbye

Shall not be

The last

I will wait again

New work

Beautiful butterfly


The beautiful butterfly

Floating by

Flapping its wings

No care why

To patter in the flowers

Nectar sugar high

Now it has its energy

To take off and fly

The beauty of the dance

Courting in the wind

Oh it has me mesmorized

How long has it been?

Did you know its blood is cold?

It likes to warm in the sun

Basking beauty at its best

The contest it has won


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