Poetry

The thrush sings its twittering song, picks up worms,
the Jack Russell snatches wild at the bees,
startled they try to escape,
the sunbird gambols from flower to flower
while we are at the washing line 
where I catch you in my arms,
as the sun laughs white hot at us 
from the blue sky
on this glorious day
and I wonder if another like this will come.