Heather Pound

Today is blustery, miserable and damp

One of those spring days that you must endure

For all the glorious ones that will come

But as the wind screams fierce at my window

Two little quail peck happily in my garden

Fat and fluffy, plumes on top cheerfully dancing as if to say

While I watch in stillness from porthole above,

“You can praise the strong wind for our choice of shelter

We relish this break that your hedge provides

And this soggy turf is ideal in the searching for worms.”

So, as the wind continues to howl

I nod back in cheerful realisation that

If it wasn’t for the less than perfect day

I would have missed seeing something else

Perfectly beautiful indeed

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–there are treasures worth noticing in the midst of imperfect