CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Little umbrellas Popping up after the rain A camp of fungi.

Oh poor baby bird The height you have fallen from Has taken its toll.

Two babies have hatched Crying out for their parents From the sandy trough.

The barn owl looks sad It is little wonder why The straps on its legs.

Wooden seaside bench Tormented by sun and rain A wrinkled old man.

Raindrops on the chain Drip when you grow large enough A truly quick end.

Egrets homewards bound With envy I watch them fly I wish I can fly.

Six ducks on a flight Heading to where food abounds A will to survive.

Two hornbills fly by Out on a romantic date Love is in the air.

From the seaside rock The heron stretches its neck The fish’s lucky day.