A soft wind caresses
the luscious green bushes
the fields of fragrant grass
gnarled mangrove trees relish the caress
a bird gently perches on a branch
its sparkling eyes catch a glimpse
a stirring in the underbrush.
A black and gold stripe lies supine
In a lazy slumber, hidden in grass
Her eyes half closed, half open
A tiny one sits on her soft belly
Glaring all around him fiercely
daring the world to mess with him first
Before touching his mother.
By Sharmishtha basu
8.08.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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