Rare Sight

Rare Sight

Sunday leisure morning

Walking on the terrace

Mild breeze, soothing rays 

Dew-filled grass caressing my feet

Playing with my senses

Penetrating deep-----

Filled my heart

With ecstacy.

Energised walked in pace,

Eyes hovering around

Garden in full bloom

A beautiful spectacle. 

Pink and orange boginvilas

Hanging against the wall

Petunias, Dahlias, Phlox, Roses

Red Easter lilies, a riot of colours

Beautifully arranged against

Backdrop of green hedges.

Sweet scent, filled the nostrils, 

Exhilerating and lifting the spirits.

But exquisite of all, was a little 'weaver nest ' 

Dangling from the boginvilas stem.

Then, spotting the side view of a tiny bird,

perched in her nestling;

Her dainty long black beak and cautious eye 

gazing with apprehension.

Was just quick enough to click a glimpse

Making sure not to scare the tiny creature.

Every fibre of my being, filled with rapture,

I walked away marvelling and savouring

Nature's rare sight.

Kiren Babal

5.4.2014