The inspiration I receive
from corners unknown
one could not believe
comes from places not well known.
The interest I show
on objects ordinary
one could not better show
springs a surprise beyond degrees.
A bird sits on my window
day in and day out pecks
with its sharp beak rather hollow
an injury to my decks.
A squirrel runs up and down
day in day out plays hide and seek
swift and sharp in its run
an episode of freak.
A flower white and pure
could be a jasmine in due
attracts me with a lure
an exclusive aroma and hue.
The one green and feeble
could be a grass in a specific
shines, dances and trembles
a picturesque detail in graphic.
I could go with my enumerations
those being the most unsophisiticated
cause a lot of distractive inspirations
that I seamlessly imbibed .
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