Nature's Baubles
Lying beneath cool morning shade
I ponder what is heaven made.
Gazing at the azure sky
while tufted clouds wander by
A silent hawk circles above
probing for a gray mourning dove
Tiny redpolls chirp and chatter
As they gather nesting matter.
On the lawn gray rabbit rests
just another of my guests
High upon the stucco wall
the watchful quail sound roll call
Sweet acacia blooms bright yellow
with a scent so gently mellow
Nature serves her bountiful feast
leaving me sated, to say the least.
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