SCENE/SEEN FROM MY WINDOW - TRUE STORY

One sunny, warm, breezy afternoon

During my "playtime", when I practiced how to paint,

My endeavor was interrupted by my mountains. 

Silently, absurdly, jealously they called me

To look at them like an only child

Tantruming, demanding attention. 

I obliged, happily celebrating 

Their hypnotic, motionless performance

Until shadows of birds flying overhead

Startled me. 

I resumed my original goal,

Until

A large roadrunner, dashed from the bushes, 

running right in front of my window

To confront me with his big round eyes.

Defiantly, he stared straight at me.

Clicking and whirring.

Though I do not speak his language,

He demanded to know what I was doing.

Exasperated he ran around and around before me,
An angry bird.

Then,

A large quail family waddled toward me

To apparently demonstrate the glory of family unity

By parading before my window.

The vigilant parents communicated well to ensure

That not one tiny baby got left behind.

A little cotton-tail rabbit appeared like magic,

Seemingly, to join in whatever it is 

The rest of the crowd was watching 

Through that mysterious opening where 

I, this strange creature, lurked.

A huge jack rabbit leaped, peaked

But hopped quickly toward the desert

Where he could surely have more fun.

I sat mesmerized

At the scene that had unfolded before me -

A party, a living composition 

from Mother Nature, showing me

how She uses her playtime
to  paint masterpieces.

(For Poets United.)