Harold
Perched on the wire, eyes alert.
Watching the kitchen window
Waiting for a face to appear.
There she is! She sees me!
She smiles and waves.
I ruffle my feathers and call to her.
She turns and heads for the back door.
I can hardly wait!
The door opens and out she comes.
Always a smile and a "Hi Harold"
She thinks I'm beautiful and smart.
I love her for that
And for the treasure she holds in her hand.
My prized peanut!
Ann Winter
Friendly Encounters
Among those things I call "a friend"
Are natures' gift, on which I can depend.
A wagging tail
A slow-paced snail.
A cat's meow
A lowing cow.
A whopping crane
A horse's mane.
A croaking frog
A barking dog.
A butterfly wing
A fairy ring.
A raven's caw
A fuzzy black paw.
All these things and so much more
It's there in nature,
Get out and explore.
Ann Winter
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