Locust spins and sings its heart out
before the wagtail takes its share.
The squirrel climbs fast down a tree
stops and sniffs a baby rabbit
nibbling tender twigs without care.
A family of crows, father perched
on a pine branch vigilantly watches
as the mother feeds the chicks.
Not to be outdone, finch takes over
for some birds are poets. And this
a seasonal rhythm in my garden.
For the Midweek Motif, Garden, at Poets United.
note: These are images from my backyard. Now that it’s summer, I enjoy sitting on the balcony while sipping my morning coffee. I’ve been following with keen interest a family of crows parked right under my window.
Listening to the rhythm of nature, even with the urban noise around, is precious. It’s like a meditation; finding peace in the midst of chaos.