for a morning walk.
The trees shaded the streets,
stretching out into the cloudless sky.
Birds chirped in the distance,
calling out from above.
The tired mother bird
cautiously guarded her nest
as the father scavenged and
searched for a tiny morsel.
I pushed my stroller down the path,
with a slight breeze picking up behind me;
I began a slow, steady jog.
The black, rubber tires squeaked,
as they picked up speed, but the noise
could have been anything.
My little girl, giggling along the trail,
staring bright eyed at the blue sky,
or the soft horn of the clanking train
off in the faint mirage
of water ripples.
How to catch the desert oasis?
I picked up the pace with steady determination,
the birds singing on the crisp spring day.