Fairies and elves and pixies and goblins
And a merry leprechaun chatting with robins.
Jumping out of the water with sparkling fins
So madly excited are the frisky dolphins.
Even the monitor lizard on a boulder perched
Into the happy din, ponderously lurched.
At the bobolink, it fixed a sinister stare
Absolutely mesmerized by the bobolink’s hair.
“Here no indiscipline am I going to brook
It is my siesta time, let me go sleep in a nook.
But, bobolink, get salon–like wavy locks
And you, lapwing, stop your endless talk.
Peacock dear, stop strutting around like a model.
And pigeon dearest, when will you stop your yodel?
Lapwing, I don’t like the tonal quality of your voice.
You have no choice, but please make less noise.”
“It is taking its name of a monitor too seriously.”
Whispered a Chinese coot with mischievous glee.
Having delivered the sermon, the lizard slithered
Towards a tree, unaware of the coot which tittered.
Suddenly towards them hobbled a figure scarved.
He looked like a man starved, out of stone carved.
Followed by a tall woman wearing a red cape.
“Such figures are a part of the jungle’s landscape.
Marsh Fog -- Tony Conner