I am surrounded by nature,
Feel as if I surround it,
My sweaty forehead-
Is a sign of-
Summer coming around,
I listen to the birds talk,
And hear the rustling behind the bush,
If only a pair of jackrabbits were at it…
I sit on a wooden bench,
Dedicated to Ms. Deborah,
Short for Debbie I' pose,
Underneath the thorny tree-
Which provides ample shade,
A soft breeze has just come by,
And left without saying hi,
I spot with my curious eye,
Not one or two,
But four rabbits,
I see my kind pass by,
Some admiring
And others drifting,
Some watching me
Keenly,
As if to see what I am doing,
What looks foreign to it,
Is quite usual to me,
As the sun caresses my leg,
The feeling cannot be replicated,
I see a mother with her kids,
Ruining the moment,
Am I quick judge?
She is no one,
But my neighbor,
Whom I felt had forgotten me,
What shame am I?
To my own judgments,
My virtues left unclothed
Yet again…
