Disturbed Nest
From the birds eye
And the corner of my eye
She watched me
Running by to the gardens edge
Past shimmering rainbows of summer bloom
Honeybees were buzzing
(Arranging their positions)
Consuming sweet perfumes
Perched up above she watched me
Wiping grubby face
On my lace
Many would be disgusted
I entered through the rusty gate
On the dusty dry red river bed
Forbidden on adventure
Looking back
I snatched a glance
I sensed the watcher- watch me
The creek did not flow
No chance up there was thunder
On soft bare feet
Creeping slow, and crouching low
The rickety old bridge
I was soon under
Glancing back
Behind mummy’s back
Feeling naughty
I wondered if she saw me?
My heart it thumped so hard
Made such a fuss
My knees began to tremble
Where was that sound?
Those beautiful notes
Her family sang?
I pondered…
My throat was parched so dry I choked
When reaching in with chubby fist
Aghast
The smell was putrid
I looked in too with grief, and evil disbelief
And screamed into the void
Begged for some relief
Tears did then flow
In mournful bellow
On knees I fell to gravel
With hands now stained in crimson shock
And splattered on my pretty frock
A tantrum I did swallow
Surveilled inside her watchful eye
I watched, the watcher -watch me!
Angelique L. Jenkins
12.03.15
