the lamp post
holding to each other,
They tread over the lawn
a poster reads, “Trespassers
Prohibited“.
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.
Meenas Poems 