a feathered rogue

(With thanks to RK ...how perfectly u have captured visitations from my feathered friends and the hold it all has on me.)

 A time and place
To share her space.
To laugh and grin and let lightness in.
Where a beauty derived from nature thrives
And bonds herself to all that lies,
Whether deep in the shadow or warmed in the sun,
And which grows and prospers under her caring hand.

The shadow flits across the lawn
A chirp a tweet the bird arrives
Looking up and down and all around
It pecks the apple once or twice
A raucous cry - it flashes off
The victim of a feathered rogue that lands in triumph
Unfurls its crest and struts its stuff.

A step, a glance, a flash of blonde,
She holds it all enthralled, entranced
And watches as the players dance
The wind, the trees, the leafy branch,
Alive with multitudes of birds
That dart their ways with not care
Other than to make her day.

RK