Monday, October 28, 2013

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.

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