The other day I was walking, no stalking
Some wading water birds watching, no stalking
Their supper knee deep in a lake
Even though they watched me, no spyed me
From the corners of their beady little eyes
Reticent were they to move lest they went hungry
For night was imminent and after dark feeding is tempting fate
So perched in my hide I pulled out my mental palette
And tried to copy the colours in feathers I spyed, but alas no,
Impossible was this task, it was pure wish and fantasy
For as the sun set and the lurking moon darkened
The wading birds had their last lunges and drinks
And flew off to cover of swaying grass and places hidden from me
And I was left to lay in the sweet grass watching colours change
As the breeze and the evening came on to greet me
And the colours still changing stunned me even more
So much so I had to throw my palette away.
Beautiful expression, I love the poetry within the poem, art of depiction is marvellous. thanks for sharing such a nice poem.
Shakil my friend you do me a honour.Thank you so much. Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Geoffrey, I am once again lost in your words of description of nature, same old compliment from me, you have once again taken me there.
Hey John. I hope I am not being too repetitive but nature around me here is just so brilliant.Cheers and thanks for your wonderful comments.Geoffrey.