In the cheery backyard of neighbours
and friends, listening to the murmur
and roar of voices and witticisms
spoken by each other.
The torches flicker as the soft,
warm breeze sweeps across
the yard, ruffling the hair of those
who sit in the crowd enjoying
the meal of a home roast spit, while
the crickets chirp in the bushes nearby.
And the sweet scent of jasmine floats
around while the millions of
lights of the plains sparkle and
shine through the boughs of the trees.
~
(Just apart from this merry group sits a
silently breathing block of ice.
Afraid of melting in the warmth of the
company).
