I count my blessings
as I watch the bulbul swinging
from a twig
letting its joy out
in sharp twittering song.
In a time
when eternal hunger
of the lowly humans
lap up ponds, trees and lands
why this mango grove is spared
along with a few others
I wonder.
The spiffy squirrel
scurrying up
the tall slender palm
beside the pond,
where in the night
fishes play with the moon
in rippling water,
and prefer depth in day
to keep the herons
and kingfishers at bay,
almost picked a quarrel
with a red capped woodpecker
the other day.
The trees conspire
With their blooms
to trap the bumblebees.
I am the lone watcher.
I do count my blessings
for such godly sights
even these days.
Posted for Poetics – suburb poetry over @ dVerse
sumanar/lekha 
What a wonderful sight to have.. such a blessing to have a piece of nature left for you.
This is absolutely exquisite, Sumana 😀 sigh especially adore these lines; “The trees conspire with their blooms to trap the bumblebees. I am the lone watcher. I do count my blessings for such godly sights even these days.”
I like the trees conspiring to trap bumblebees and the realization that it is a blessing to have such “godly sights”.
The scenery and the air you described indeed sound like a blessing. The shortness of the lines and the line breaks made it easier for me to get immersed and feel like I am transported right inside your poem.
I feel so at peace and blessed after reading this Sumana ~ Such a lovely ode to nature ~
so much beauty and serenity…surely blessed!
What a lovely island of nature. So much of it is being carved into paved streets, strip malls and fast food restaurants. My father was a farmer, and he used to say “One day, the world will be black-topped!” I sometimes think of that when I see yet another farmer’s field turned into a subdivision. Thank you for sharing your beautiful view!
How wonderfully celebratory! And with good reason.