A Mid-Morning Fling

Today, a casual stroll on the path turned into an unexpected glimpse of tenderness, and all we can do is slow our steps and witness the quiet life unfolding at our feet

A Mid-Morning Fling

It was odd to see larks
Lying on the concrete path.
At first, I thought
One of them was injured.

Then, as I approached
For a closer gander,
The grounded bird
Was not wounded at all,
But pleasantly enjoying
Her partner’s advances.

And as I edged nearer,
My unexpected presence
Did disrupt their
Mid-morning fling.

A gentle reminder that even the smallest moments can shift the rhythm of a day — just as a song can shift the rhythm of a heart

Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026