binoculars...a birds cry

the very essence of what nature is

does the spirit appease

to seek serenity in the concrete jungle

rather eats away at the brain fungal.

 

a binoculars raised to the eyes

looking in the distance toward the bird cries

and spotted be its plumage magnificent

to see it in its glory, i be vigilant.

 

what more could i have asked for on a restful day

maybe a lover in his mind to sway

and join me on my discovery among the grass long

of what else at my feelings pulls strong.

 

and though the heat be sweltering

my mind with sensual thoughts tempering

and thus my binoculars i did drop

toward him turn, at a kiss it did not stop.

RB.