Birds
Drinking coffee with my cat beside me,
looking out the picture window at a tree
Where a feeder hangs full of seeds,
a cardinal, dress in brown begins to feed
My cat looks out then looks at me,
I stroke his fur saying let him be
A red cardinal joins his mate,
both feeding as if on a date
Looking at my little cat beside me,
thinking how it must feel, to be that free
Contest sponsored by Tania kitchen Feb 16, 2019
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