On the Porch

My Dear~

I am perched in a white spindly chair~

A wooden brown bottom bare~

My coffee in front of me steams~

Sitting on the painted table there.

The barn swallows flutter~

Tither and fro~

At their half built nest~

They want to go. ~

They do not dare to venture in~

I obstruct their clearance for~

Their building to start again.

I see the miniature crocus’s~

Starting their growth~

Yellow perks up the dead grass~

Where they bud.

Oh those silly grey squirrels~

Leap and frolic on branch to trunk~

A playful sight it is to see~

One almost jumped and missed the tree!

The sun was suppose to shine today~

But all I see is grey, grey, grey.

Those chipmunks for years~

Have been up to no good~

They finally disabled the stone wall~

Where it stood. ~

Fallen apart the rocks lay in a haphazard pile~

Needing to be fixed someday by some one~

Smart, strong and agile.

My cat mosies down the pebbled walk~

Searching for more nature~

For her wild side to stalk.

I could tell you of more things~

I saw today~

Like the nuthatch picking bugs off the side of a tree~

But for now I will rest~

Sitting here~

Sipping my coffee~

Quietly my Dear.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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