Puente

PUENTE

What flower is to the bee,

The bee to it's hive;

Working day and night;

Trickling golden nectar.

~ How satiating is my lemon honey tea ~

What comedy is to the laughter,

Laughter to the heart;8

Quenching every soul;

Like heavenly ambrosia.

# Kiren Babal

22.4.2015

Day 28 ( Napowrimo )

MINE

Perched on of a sunshed , a tiny little space,

Upon a twiggy scrambled nest ;

Mother pigeon firmly squats,

holding fledglings under ,its 

warm and caring fold.

Not once out of sight

Lest be an easy bait

She feeds the babies beak to beak

Assuring patting with her wings

Fear not my darlings...

my little ones...

You are mine...

shall always...

and forever...

Will remain...

Only

mine.

# Kiren Babal