I am out and about among the flowers and trees, the warbling birds and the buzzing bees. With a hop, a skip and a jump—plus a wee stretch of warming up exercises—I begin my daily walk.
Joggers, pink and white, feel light upon my feet. I take in the crisp, cool air; a gentle spring at every step. Briskly, I stride, resolute and firm, and with a cheery smile, I’m on my way. Treading carefully on the kerb, I cross the road and enter the park.
Above me, the pathway is arched, quite majestically, with the boughs and branches of the verdant trees. A musical, rustling sound resonates in the early morning breeze. Here and there, leaves flutter down, creating a magical confetti-like shower of green flakes. What an enchanting scene!
Happily, I savour the moment.
Ah, the breath of life!
With every step, I feel refreshed. Invigorated. Awake; alert.
Birds are perched up high in the trees. They chirp and twitter, watching me, sharp-eyed, as I walk beneath them.
Suddenly—I feel a drop…a spatter, hit me, unexpectedly, upon my head.
Eeek! Oh, no…
I stop dead in my tracks.
Fearfully, I raise my hand to my head…oh, yuk!
Furiously, I look upwards. Accusingly, I glare at the feathered folk. How dare they!
Their eyes gleam, for I am certain of this, with a malevolent glint. And, is that a devilish chuckle I hear?
I turn on my heel, and with great speed, I rush back towards home.
I endeavour to remain calm. I tell myself that it could have been worse. Sigh. I take comfort in a little poem…
Little bird, flying high
Dropping something from the sky.
Says the farmer, wiping his eye,
“What a blessing, cows can’t fly!”
…Yes, thank goodness for small mercies…
Maloquacious © 2012