A VESPER STROLL

It was a blithe wintry vesper Strolled I, zealously anigh hillock . The hillside's scenario was glimmering green. Perceived I, covey returning to nests Gazed I, the ranting rill t That divulged towards creek Clandestined the Sun in the west Enrouted I, amidst clump of trees The birds were twittering on the trees Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant. Else, were they in invocation? Only the Almighty knew it! Bees were humming around my ears Was it to enquire about my arrival? Squirrels those saw me at close quarters Ran hither and thither on trees Stood I, beneath the fig tree By having my head in the clouds Squirrels threw figs over my head As though, I was in appetite Hares were trooping around me As if, they besieged an unarmed knight! Soon turned murky, the clouds Strolled I, back to my home On the way, squirrels, bees and hares Stood mutely gazing at me To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave I am not gifted as them To lead an innocent life Soon heard I, an enchanting echo from trees I wondered, is it a cuckoo? Nay, it was a sky lark! That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival To me, that hillock's scenario gave my heart and soul truce I wasn't myself amidst the prolific nature Willy-nilly crept I home, with pair of hares.