Long shot
and close shot,
It is still stunning.
Once a migrant
now a resident,
You would
if there is abundance.
Fast-moving,
Loud and sharp-sounding
But adorable if glimpsed.
Face up or face down
A natural act
Hardly a dizzy affair.
Quiet elegance
Not what you have
but what you are.
Birds of a feather
Need not group together
Natural co-existence.
The body looks that way
A head still held up
It's all about the spirit.
Preening,
it's keeping clean
it's keeping well.
When small is neat,
A profile of beauty.
A moment in time,
Alone,
When one thinks one is alone.
Some call it horse
Some call it ass
or donkey,
It does not matter,
It's nature's delight.
The colour of sweet
The smell of sweet
If you think it's sweet
It is sweet.
