it's willow trunk covered in creepers it looked as if it was wearing a tailored green dress, form fitting and beautiful, embellished with a few orange highlights here and there thst tell of the season to come
along this river i look out for my friends
animals are creatures of habits as much as ourselves
and onmy evening walks I see the same white thorsted kingfisher perched on the green stile, studying the waters intently, the same monitor lizard, today lazing its fav drain cave, and that delightful woodpecker chirping from the top most bare branch of the tree across the river
these friends have turned up in my poems before for they too are always here with me
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