No Friends At My Call

Written by: Sara Kendrick

There are no butterflies as yesterday at eve, no birds that sing only quiet ease
Is it too early? Have I arisen before they? Where are the feeders, on the nest far away?
Have they left for a far country to spend the short winter's day?
Where are the ones that entertain me? I am distrubed today...

Maybe I should explore more carefully to see what has happened in the yard..
Is there a cougar or a bobcat? Or housecat that fear arouse....

How can I make it without my lovely friends?
I will have to buy some storebought and try to fence them in..

Maybe they will come later or what if not at all...
I will be sad and lonely with no friends at my call...

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