A woodpecker song.

Squirrel nibbles the fruit which fell from the margossa tree.

A man dressed black had a white beard and funny eyes.

He looked around with suspicion.

Kept digging earth for sand from the root of the grass.

Perhaps some medicine,

Or an amulet.

He sure did spend a long time for a small amount of earth.

Another boy on bicycle has earphone plugged. He keeps spitting every thirty seconds. I watch a kingfisher perching on top of an electric poll.

Cold breeze blows. Clouds fly. Dark clouds.