as i try
frantically to sleep,
sleep eluding my eyes.
the baby owl hoots
from the wood apple tree,
sweet notings to its mother!
it is not yet daybreak, the squirrels
scamper to venture out,
to gather their morsel
of tit-bits.their home
my skylight!
the koel knows no time, sings,
to welcome, ripe mangoes, and the
other birds, early to catch the worms!
for me, it is time to rise,
and feed my friends of the garden!
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''the baby owl hoots from the wood apple tree, sweet notings to its mother! '' the most precious feelings...wonderful image.....well written poem...10++