A Lovely Couple

the lamp post 
holding to each other,

They tread over the lawn
a poster reads, “Trespassers 

Trot, hop and play 
as if the lawn belongs
to them.

The lush green grass 
folds and firms  in tune 
to the  nimble footed.

I wish to exercise 
a surgical strike, stealthily 
approach the pathway,

The  amorous pair 
lost in their own world 
enjoy  the premise.

I refrain once I get close.
Their proximity  forces 
a withdrawal. No sooner

their feathers plummet 
the golden hue flashes with  
a glow. before I could

stop, they take wings
soar  in mid air, disappear
 so angelic in demeanour.