The bird flutters gracefully in the air
Laughing at the prancing hare
The squirrels have races on the boughs of the trees
Whilst gaily hum the bumble bees
And while these creatures frolic and leap
The snake does silently slither and creep
The infant gurgles – its heartily pleased
While the young child teases, and is being teased
The teenagers giggle and they laugh out aloud
While the parents’ laugh is happy and proud
The extrovert has a good word and a smile
And each of these things, like rays, spread light around the miles.
The irascible man whose life is a closed book
With suspicion does, on everyone, look
He’s so very cunning, and is always alone
Like the snake that clings to the rock or the stone
And in their behavior, habits, and deeds both are quite alike
For they are cunning, deadly and shrewd; and its loneliness they seek and like