When I sit quiet

The backyard crab apple makes a front yard appearance.

When I sit quiet,

Amazing things happen.

The wild world comes closer.

I see more.

This morning a gray squirrel

Hopped up onto the ice chest

Outside the living room window

Next to my quiet chair.

He held a crab apple

Between his front paws,

Turned the apple

With every bite he took.

If squirrels can relish

He relished this apple.

When I sit quiet

The backyard delights arrive

Next to my quiet chair,

Sit on the ice chest,

Relish the apples procured

From the back yard.

When I sit quiet

Amazing things arrive.