A Gentle Shiver

A ripple through the leaves
And the earth rolled too,
mimicking the wind and the waves
of the sea,
And the voices of the birds
falling through the air upon my sun-warmed ears
And the grass waving hello
And creatures flitting back and forth
Only glimpsed between the corners of my eyes

I blink, and suddenly
the latch is lifted
White picket hinges swing
and a Bird enters with clothed legs, and arms
outstretched,
feathers rippling--
Like the leaves.

Lying face down on thick grass,
the kind we don't get where I come from.
Pen lazily scurrying across, lines;
My heart beats harder for a moment, and
I feel the earth's beat sync, and
I almost predict the next ripple,
but I get distracted, and the moment is gone.