We had a special visitor
Who came to stay a bit.
We must be a bed and breakfast
For baby birds to sit.
With no sense of fear
Nor desire to fly away.
Perhaps she knew our puppy
Would keep the cats at bay.
She waited for a camera pose.
A small gesture of goodwill
I wonder how they smile,
With that tiny bill?
She hopped into the branches
With one mighty leap.
I wonder what baby birds dream of
When they are fast asleep?
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
