I salt the soil of my mind
spew forth a regurgitated mash
of syllables and vowels
meted out in a rhythm

Sunset a living sketch
colours curled together like smoke
in shades gold and plum
oblivious inspiration to my humbled brush

Singing trills in delightfully through my window
Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who
Always greets me with cheerful news
Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his