No Action Replay Poem by Isam Hussain

There is no action replay button
on Nature's wide T.V. screen.
Magical moments suddenly appear,
cast a spell, transform the scene,
then quickly disappear
never again to be seen
in that first magical way.

I walked down a country lane,
with scenes familiar and mundane.
Then a sound coming from my right,
made me see things in a different light:
a blackbird, perched on a post, singing.

Rolling fields hemmed by distant hills
capped white by heavy snow.
Sandstone houses bathed in sun's golden rays.
Then a cloud swooped like an eagle upon its prey,
veiled the face of the sun; the blackbird flew away,
taking with it my brief magical scene.
Suddenly everything became mundane.