Poetic Interlude IX

A WALK IN NATURE

Down by the slippery tree –

never searched-out why it might be

And kicking through blades of grass

I stop to stare at swans as they pass

My hands on hips my stare intact

I notice their regal look and feathers perfect

White as white can be and undisturbed 

By you or me

They take their time as Regals should

This way – then that – depending on their mood

Their orange bill-pointer at large

delves into their feathery down

And then sequentially dives beneath

the water’s Carmel brown

I wonder what she snatched

Perhaps a young insect not long hatched?

Time to trundle-on along the river side

Take-in all nature has,

maybe pull up a stump and abide

I stay there – ’til soon it’s past noon

The morning walk is over

“Be home soon”

I tell the better-half on the mobile

But I linger –

excusing myself for staying another while

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