One summer evening
as i stood gazing at the lake
from my house’s deck
i fell in awe of nature’s painting
layeth before my eyes
was a lake surrounded by houses
except for one third of it
which was encroached by the algae
making it appear like a land in disguise
however at the lakes far end
stood a tall dense tree
leaning towards water to a very close degree
perhaps as land and water’s common friend
this tree seemed peculiar
swarming with white flowers
seemed as if it had magical powers
to protect itself from wandering intruder
suddenly lightning striked
and all the flowers flew away
ignoring land’s invitation they went stray
some towards lake, some elsewhere as they tried
it was the flight of flowers
their trajectory had an unusual will
defiance of gravity mid air to stay still
are these really flowers?
They were birds, birds who travelled from there home afar
birds with wings white and claws pitch black
and they would dive together in the lake
to prepare for a feast of pelicans under the stars
