Full Freedom (A Poem)
A rhyming verse about nature
I wake to see them every morn
Already there, pecking at corn.
Out there on beauteous mowed lea
They peck whatever food they see,
Out there, foraging, just for foods
Awhile, on tall and shady woods.
The coloured, patterned or the plain
Flying here, time and time again.
The tawny, russet, blue or brown
Aglow, foraging on green lawn.
They come the morning, noon and eve
To take the crumbs on which they live.
They land atop the concrete fence
Awhile and sharp with acute sense.
On twigs and leaves, they freely stride
In twos and threes, and side by side.
On leaves and sand, they stroll around
Most times making many a sound
That seems inviting to the ear.
Singing with voices sweet and clear,
Making their precious presence felt
Aware that men may try to pelt.
They gaily jump from twig to twig
With tiny feet, from sprig to sprig —
For not a thought at hand they hold
What comely creatures to behold!
They sagely move from trees to trees
Daring both morn and evening breeze.
Like these cute creatures glad and free,
The winsome way — I crave to be!
