Outside my Kitchen Window, a Jungle

I love nothing better than greeting early morning when I first step outside to see my garden and feed my birds. When the red fountain sends a stream of water from the hummingbird spitter, I wait for the first siting of my Ruby-throat hummingbird to hover and visit the patio blooms.

writing in north norfolk

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window

Outside my kitchen window, a jungle

Steams rampant after morning rain.

Creeping snake-like tendrils strangle

Branches seeping with Bougainvillea stain

And laden with elephant epiphytes.

Wildlife sips from overflowing orchids

Among leaves the colour of essonite

And bubbling tanks of bromeliads.

Vanilla vapours of aromatic pollen

Cling to humming birds and bees

That buzz among blazing heliconias and fall in

Pitcher plants lurking below the trees.

Tigers meld with leaves and shadows,

Pad softly on the jungle floor;

They skulk outside my kitchen window,

Where they often growl and roar.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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