Smeared green dust, that is, remarkably, scales — it’s bizarre
Tattered wings, possibly a bird’s missed opportunity
Signs of surviving another day in the meadow
But the night is long, and you are only just awaking
Mimicking the moonlight, the bright porch disorients you
Attracts and offers you respite from November rain, perhaps
Or maybe a resident lizard will crawl out for dinner
Apologies for luring you into my den of desires,
I will restore darkness and let you off on your quest
Float in the celestial glow whilst you seek your soulmate,
Drenched in sweet floral juices and carrying their legacy
Tomorrow, I will see you again with your smeared dust and tattered wings
Nature Conscious is a series built from reader contributions. It is a collection of fieldnotes, moments or brief encounters with the wild, expressed through words, art, music, photographs or poetry. The series is curated by author and guest editor Aasheesh Pittie.

