Frogs talk in the moor,

Crickets on the nearby hill…

What can a man say

Frogs croak in silence…

It’s hard to watch the Great Bear

When you’re under it

Waiting on the bench…

For a proverb to come true:

Bats come out at night

A pair of bats comes

And leaves the garden likewise…

Ah, nothing, nothing

Through the old glass door…

From one street to the other –

The bewildered eye

What a pilgrimage!?

Resting high in the lilac –

Small snail on a leaf

Who would not love you,

Blooming on the old cactus –

The only flower

Where are my glasses!?

Their giggles loom above me…

Lady dentist, nurse

By the riverside

People wait in a long queue…

The time of ice cream

The May encounters

With sweet looks coming out of

Every second pram

A Sunday sparrow

Throwing a bag of sugar

From the table – May

Finally uncle!

An unknown mum says I am

To her little son

Worrying about

A non-existing problem…

Sunny day of May

In his rainbow shorts,

Jogging back home from the woods…

Doctor of science

A tabby cat sniffs

At a potato peeping

From a garden bed

The front yard is white.

A wagtail finds a puddle.

Petals fall from trees.

Rainy Labour Day…

Two men in orange raincoats

Empty a dustbin

Living gold statue

Of a woman in the street –

Labour Day in town

Lying in the square,

Under the poet’s statue –

Bicycle pedal