In the silence of the afternoon
a squirrel screeched from the bushes
neither signaling its mate nor scared of prey
went silent later, as if it ended either way.
Rolling of the brass cuboid dice
the metal sounds from another side
slide me down the memory lane, like fall colors
memories of a cheerful period fall back.
A flock of birds in the background babble
indicates the return of the yellow-billed babblers
the crazy noisy guys, who always hangout to ground
kept me from joining, as I lifted to the first floor.
A sound of the saw at a distance
came distracting me as rooster began its crow
the day reached its edge and a sip of tea
lighter the evening, as the sun, drops its glow.