Where are you my Friend?

A poem I write, friends..

Birds sitting on poles
ogling, scratching, tweaking the fibers of their wings for the long flight,
post the long hibernation, earthworms gleam sleepily to the morning sun
thinking if they should till the land or coze up to the darker mud beds,
Sparrows circling in gnat formations on fields lined with drying cow dungs
kept slanted to the land to gather the morning sun,
pups dashing across the fieldd, an arc planted like Halleys comet on the land,
their tails wagging chirily to the morning mist,
a squirrel precariously balanced on the office fence, runs quietly on the nails now
the way we stroll in the market place,
the wind is picking up rose petals and blowing them scattered to drying pools,
a lonely buffalo meanders in to the mud, massaged to perfection by a crane eating lice,
a crow lies dead, legs inverted and decaying slowly in the cosmic dance,
the whole world is in concert awaiting its myriad players..

Where are you my friend?