POETRY WRITING

A lover like mockingbirds, You're poised, prepared to hunt. Ears perked, you could hear a pin drop You smell the freshness of rain in the air Its melody and rhythm afford serenity. Drip, drip. Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle! Each drop lights your fire It becomes a squall, Yet it quenches your soul You perk wanting more Then comes glow of early morning - Piano tunes from afar soothes you, You have captured a nightingale. Stretching, flexing, Your pallet perks. It's time to dine, to Feast your eyes on buffet, No overeating - Comfort comes to mind, as slowly you chew. *