She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Shhhhhhhhhhh




Not a roadside encounter
No trip to the petting zoo
This is different




It is different when they come to your home
Passing through
Silently, stealthily stepping across the way
Stopping for a quick drink
Staying out of sight
Shyly watching
Then moving on

They touch me with their beauty
Belong here, yes they do
Will I see them tomorrow?
Only if I belong here too


2 comments:

Lydia said...

I love these glimpses and your words. I always feel touched by magic when they come to our yard, although it isn't a good sign because it means they are losing their natural habitat elsewhere. They eat from our low-hanging birdfeeder...we keep cracked sunflower seeds there.

Citizen of Earth said...

Here I am the intruder...
I only hope that I can fit in and am accepted