Birds at My Pond
The gold finch and cardinal come to my pond
What a sight, what a privilege to behold!
Water, the fount of life, is there
To draw them here for me to watch
Their cautious movements as they scour,
Side to side, while taking in the drink.
O the living things everywhere to see,
The beauty of creation, soil and tree.
0920 on 11 May, 2023
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