One solitary Sunday afternoon,
as I contemplated a mixed bag of emotions,
I learnt that a dog shares the same emotions as we do.
Boredom and loneliness.

One solitary Sunday afternoon,
I learnt that a bee can sip water from a Waskom,
and drown in the same water.

One solitary Sunday afternoon,
I realised that Hadedas could easily be mistaken
for the vultures of Johannesburg.

One solitary Sunday afternoon,
I watched as a Weaver bird built a nest
And then looked on as his mate inspected the workmanship.

One solitary Sunday afternoon,
I admired the bravery of a small feisty bird
giving chase after a fat pigeon.

One solitary Sunday afternoon,
I learnt much about nothing,
And managed to restore peace within myself.