My balcony is a window to the eyeful.
As I sat to recoup my tired bones,
Soft dusk wind blowing across my face
I was awakened by Nature’s tones.
Just a crumb of the unexplored scenario
that left a stunning, unrealized missive;
Shadows had rung the arrival of the dark.
Tired crows were searching for a grove
on swaying branches to rest their wings,
necking each other out in a hurry,
lest Nature leave them no niche to sleep,
their crowing subsiding in a jiffy.
I was snapped out by a sobering thought,
Nature mimicking the human lot.
