Lustrous divine

Rainy monsoon dawn,

the terra soaked in love,

flitting, chirping birds, 

squeaking squirrels,

and fresh fragrant air. 

Everything glistening, 

pristine, intimate and open.

And there,

in the corner of the lawn,

two zestful friends,

a tiny little robin and

a naughty little chipmunk,

happily breaking their fast,

hungrily bent over

a small black tray,

filled with coarse grains, 

dampened with downpour. 

Synchronously,

turn by turn, 

a peck, then a nibble,

then a peck again.

To the casual eye, 

trifling wild things eating in harmony. 

But if you look closely,

'tis the lustrous divine.