Rain falls steady
As I serve the seeds
For birds and squirrels.
The grand Ash seems to lean
Into my gaze.
Her huge trunk and branches
Betray her age.
A cardinal cocks its head
As a squirrel scurries to the bowl
For the prize.
And the wind chimes sound as
The Tabby waits for the chase
On slick stone.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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