Where The Butcher-Bird Observes Everything - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom
Willow tree branches hang low
like platted whips from top to bottom,
mint-green leaves are everywhere to be seen
as they shimmer.
The buds on branches
look like green pearls.
Wherever the eye can see
flowers are blooming
and a sweet fragrance fills the air.
An Egyptian goose dives into the water
to look for a mouth full to eat,
dragonflies hover over the water
with sunlight reflecting from their wings,
red and yellow weavers swing on willow branches
as if they are esteemed acrobats,
a fish-eagle calls out
just as the yellow-fish announces himself
by jumping out of the water to catch a fly.
The butcher-bird sits on the fence
and is observing everything like a reigning god,
while nothing that happens passes him.
With the coming of spring
the earth shouts joyfully
with soft sprouts of grass
and buds appearing everywhere
while the soil smells of rain
and glistening droplets are dangling.
When life begins its new cycle
butterflies are all around
and the earth smells of rain.
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