A very particular poem to me, that I wrote while recovering from surgery. I would spend most the day just laying in bed, staring at my window and imagining life outside. As the bird eats The succulent fruit, and flowers are kissed by the host of bees, I see creatures in my garden from a world unseen. Behind perfumed evergreens. I see creatures in my garden, hidden at the trees. All those luminous eyes behind the shadows, staring back at me.
