If a bird must be, she must be

Today I decided to have plenty of rest. I've been very busy the whole week that made me feel stressed but all for a good reason of which I'll speak about in later postings. Since we came to Kuching last week the front garden has given us much delight unceasingly greeting us with its colourful blooms . It has now become a popular spot for birds to perch and sing. Today Inul, our cat caught a chick from the garden and brought it in the house to show me. Before letting it free I took a close up view of it and reminded of a poem I wrote a long time ago. If a bird must be, she must be.

Windswept Lawn

Like a bird one day

I was out in the open air

rested on a tall casuarina branch

and looked onto the ground

It was a small garden

recently mown

the grasses were dense

dry and brown

The place was quiet

a little breeze blew

moved the silent leaves

and branches too

The house looked firm

friendly and warm

so I flew

to a lazy rattan chair

sat relaxed and heartily thought;

Here's indeed a place to rest

to seek a peaceful mind

a mind that will

remember and recall

this windswept lawn

the trees and house

I wish to be my own.

MOOD