Sitting on a park bench <br />along side a still watered pond <br />I watched a mother duck swim <br />with a trail of ducklings behind. <br />Sometimes we sit <br />and close our eyes never seeing <br />the beauty around us there. <br />It is the small things <br />we should watch closely <br />as they are the ones <br />that bring the most pleasure there. <br />As the day changes <br />other, things catch our attention <br />as they start to emerge. <br />The sun fades and the rabbits <br />come out of their burrows <br />with their little noses twitching <br />as they graze merrily away <br />and then scamper at an unfamiliar sound. <br />As the night descends, <br />the flapping of bat wings <br />can be heard across the stillness. <br />The lonely hoot of an owl <br />somewhere high in a tree. <br />Most would never bother seeing <br />the things nature brings <br />for if they did <br />they would soon realise nature <br />has a lot of surprises in store. <br /> <br />4 May 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lot-of-surprises/
