The wild beauties were in ecstasy
They were dancing like mad
Their steps were erratic
And not in tune with the music…
That was sleep inducing and gentle.
The wild beauties made their presence felt
There was a sort of drunkenness about them
The one draped in yellow looked more aggressive
The tall trees which stood here and there
Just nodded their heads in appreciation
The birds were not all that happy
May be because the dry leaves blocked their way.
With the dark clouds well spread and ‘spotless’
The evening sun called it a day.
The show of the wild beauties went on
But none to watch, not even the stray dog
The long winding road looked barren
Had it been a sunny day
I would have enjoyed the fun
But on sunny days they stand still
Much to our annoyance.