Blog 167:
A swallow alights and stands still at the concrete fence
Outside my window of screen and metal bars' frame
It busies itself ... looking ... seemingly seeking
For what, I am yet unaware
I quietly watch in awe at its tiny, exquisite feathers of mixed
browns
And its little webbed feet that firmly balances its rounded body
I note it's brown eyes twinkling like the evening stars
As I keep imagining of its business for the moment
Soon after, it abandons the concrete fence on which it rests
It flies ... speeds ...
soars in flight and leaves my watchful eye
From behind the window of screen and metal bars' frame
For what did it amuse, tease and capture my presence?
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