A bird once perched on a swaying branch,
The same time I opened my window latch,
And peered out to see the garden trees,
Though I missed the bird and saw the bees.
The bird then decided to fly away,
Only then did I notice that mocking-jay,
And chided my eyes for being unaware,
For not being rude enough to stare.
And as I peered down from my window above,
At the soil, the grass and the growing weeds,
I wondered how many creatures of love,
Had left my garden without planting seeds.
