River shimmering
as the flow and soft breeze make
fish scales of water.
I stand mesmerised,
as if I have never seen
anything like it,
as if I have just
come up with a new word for
a new thing: shimmer.
Fascinated, drawn,
like a baby’s gaze towards
a novel object.
Cormorants fishing:
a sinister gang of eight
blocking my exit.
The joy of warblers
serenading me as I
breakfast on a bench.
Stopped in my tracks home,
by chattering in a tree,
I gaze up to see
a parakeet pair
conversing intimately
and warming my heart.
A tree creeper creeps
up a tree right next to me
obliviously.
In awe and wonder
I walk home by the river,
flow with the water.
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