by Leonard Tumble (pen name), 11yo.
While I sit
down and debate with a friend,
I quietly
notice a bird around the bend,
It circles;
flaps, and then it would hide,
Reappearing on
the other side.
He’ll do it
again, and then land on a tree
How could
one ever look so free?
No matter
the cause, I am extremely curious of it,
This I
notice while I sit.
This mysterious
bird is tiny and quaint,
The sun
shadowed his details till it’s faint,
Is it
sparrow, swallow, sunbird, or robin?
Somehow I know that it observes something,
Then I
realised that it is watching us,
But why watch us so late in the dusk?
No matter
the cause, I am extremely curious of it,
This I notice
while I sit.
Then I realised
that one is always by my side,
As if its only
mission is to with me, bide.
From the sandy
beaches to roads up and over,
Wherever I
go, it always seems to hover,
As if it was
a God-sent guardian,
Or just a
bird flying like dandelion?
No matter
the cause, I will always be curious of it,
This I
notice as I sit.
