The bird is alive The next moment it is dead Victim of roadkill.

It flicks its forked tongue Increasing its smelling sense No, it tell no lies.

With each passing day I grow smaller and smaller Poor me……toilet roll.

With its long stilt legs The blackwinged stilt slowly wades Its bills poised to strike.

French guys in Japan Acting kawaii and funny Lost in translation.

The scent of flowers Permeates across the small park A bee comes flying.

A misty morning Awaiting the sun to rise The day will be hot.

A bowl of laksa Tantalising my taste buds Breakfast of champions.

Two butterflies mate Quietly on a blade of grass No intimate sounds.

Ants stop when they meet They throw up on each other Their way of hello.