springtime

Birds are chirping cheek cheek chicka chicka chicka chicka chicka chicka surrounded by a new greenery fallen wondrous trees making a natural camouflage for the birds beauty red dress Robin lens on the on the the lettering ground rustic leaves Left behind from the winter along the road comes a precious gray cat he comes prancing ever so free by me I call him he hears and stops to search for me then in a heartbeat great cat vanishes up the trail to frighten to make contact to frighten to make contact return Greg has so we can become friends it's getting late in the afternoon on this midday May the year has a chill I'll go back indoors to the sun worms me once again for tomorrow's day I wait to behold what will unfold