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


In awe and wonder

I walk home by the river,

flow with the water.