SHE SITS ALONE

In her cozy, little home, she sits alone,

Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.

A lady wakes to her day, she sees the sun,

A smile on her face as she watches.

It’s a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,

Into her garden with food for her flying friends.

Bluebirds, scrub jays can sense the table of peanuts,

They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.

She watches as the Squirrels sit and eat,

She sits alone but never so alone.

There’s a peace within the trees and plants,

She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,

She sits alone with friends that roam.

Keith Garrett