i open the door to the
crisp autumn air
the smell of eucalypt
and salt...
first frost has fallen,
a light fairy dusting
of sparkling crystals
shimmer beguilingly
on the green lawn.
dissected by trail of cat prints
leading to a mess
of blue and black feathers.
this was one early bird,
who should have stayed in bed?
and on the rocks,
near the koi pond,
framed by the early sun.
the black and white cat
from down the road,
washes it's face....
with long clawed paws.
inside the house,
my less ferocious two
settle for chicken biscuits
and the warmth
of recently vacated beds.
I sigh and mourn the loss
of yet another wren....
before cleaning the evidence away.
the black and white cat watches,
with golden, gleaming and wholly unrepent eyes.
before slinking off, behind the lilacs.
so now, peace is restored....
and the water burbles gently across the rocks.
while the frost melts away
and the sun gains strength
to face another...
glorious autumnal day.
prompt: write a pastoral style poem,
.... walk out your front door and write of nature.