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Gradually
departing pink clouds blazed the pre-dawn skies,
As we stirred from our
slumber, still weary from a lack of sleep,
For our days were spend
exploring the birds and butterflies,
While our nights belong
solely to moths of the forest deep.
The cosy old bungalow where
we were lodging sits atop a little hill,
Affords us splendid views of
lush green mountains all around,
Coupled with caretakers
serving great food at every meal,
Easily the best deal
anywhere this part of the highland town!
Butterflies abound with
colours most brilliant we have ever seen,
Including the magnificent
and famous Rajah Brooke’s Birdwing,
From Papilionidae to
Hesperidae and other families in between,
To montane birds with
striking plumage doing their thing! (singing that is!).
Nightfall brought forth
airborne beauties from nearby mountains,
Attracted by our illuminated
screen as radiant as the sun’s glare,
Moths, cicadas and other
nocturnal insects took their turns,
Spiralling into the brightly
lit porch from the cool night air.
Ahhhh…this is the ideal kind
of life I have always dreamt of,
To be able to retire here
and spend the better part of my life,
Sipping tea ‘al fresco’ in
the garden or perhaps a round of golf,
Spending time with the kids
and the company of my lovely wife. |
