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.