A squeal, kids in the park
A squeak, chitter-chatter, Bulbuls in the hedge
The drone of a faraway ferry (Kai-to)
A drone above, looking down
Mosquito-loud (or louder)
Coo-coo of Doves in the Banyan
Or maybe the Bauhinia
Which lost all their 🌸
In typhoon Rai which still swirls around us
As a “tropical depression”
Which I sometimes suffer…
But lifted by:
Water falling down slime-stone walls
of the koi-carp pond.
And I wonder:
Do they think it’s “theirs”?
