Eyes

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All her singers are back

The tree dances in the breeze

Casting me an oblique look

With her thousand leaves

I look at her happy face

When the blue kingfisher

Swoops into the pond water

And gets its prize

When the black cuckoo with its red eyes

Gives incessant call to his beloved

When the white cranes

Meditate on one leg hiding the other

And the frogs with their bulging eyes

Cover for shelter

When a star peeps and winks

From the dusky sky

When darkness with its glowworm eyes

Twinkles in joy

When the owl mother feeds her babes

With the heart of a field mouse

When life dances in joy with death

When the cricket song fades

With the slow rise of a golden eye

When vision creates beauty

And all her singers are back

The tree dances in the breeze

Casting me an oblique look

With her thousand leaves

And I look at her happy face

Posted for Mary’s prompt Eyes @ Poetry Jam