Don’t leave for too long

Her wonderful adventures,

mountains and streams,

really the stuff of fairy tale dreams,

beaches, sea, sand and sunsets,

romance and friends,

occasionally she thought of home,

I hope they are well,

after some years,

she made her way home,

she walked the old garden path,

where her family played and laughed,

they were still there but older,

tears came to her eyes,

never again shall I leave,

not a single travelling story she cared to repeat,

I am home and here I shall stay,

not a second shall they grow older without me there,

tending to the flowers with a cup of tea,

seasons pass,

home feels familiar again,

she is content,

precious time,

 

 

Our friend the Blackbird

You could not ask for a finer friend than the Blackbird, each morning she roams the garden of whoever’s neighborhood she happens to be visiting with a light kind of presence that only the humble possess. Pruning is something the blackbird takes very seriously, rarely will she go out without immaculate feathers. The rain if she is caught in it seems to just flow of her perfectly pruned feathers. In these times no longer does she eat worms, the worms and the blackbird are now companions, Like all on earth striving to improve the lives of everyone around them. There is now no war as meat is now grown in laboratories and computer technology has allowed for inter- species communication. If anyone appears even slightly lonely they will find the blackbird in their garden, she has almost a sense for loneliness and does not tolerate it. Dainty, delicate and pruned to perfection, the blackbird is always welcome by anyone who she visits.