On lazy mornings, I sip my coffee, amidst floral fragrance, then
my guests surround, regular visitors to my dew drenched garden, multi colored, beautiful, chirpy, lively, flirting birds, perching on tall trees sometimes midflight or alighting to pick a crawling worm slowly inching its way. A prey now, pecked and gobbled by natural beauty. A host of butterflies come home, when the Sun warms my garden with golden rays. That is when the squirrels put the trapeze artist to shame, swinging from branches to trees, chasing each other on merry flights. When the cats walk stealthily, my dog jumps over hedges, missing again a futile chase. A raven caws, often playing the game, 'Catch me if you can'. ' Lucky', my dog tries to take him on the go, doesn't mind missing again, for he has stopped to watch a train of ants carrying beads of rice, single foil. I track his gaze and find those ants looting my granary. There lands the browny crane sliding down a banana leaf, deftly balancing, wings spread mid-air. we are all in each others gay, chirpy Morning company, but for once I am silent, smiling.
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