Breakfast Visit

1/28/2018 9:28am Breakfast Visit

contemplate the day

listen! cardinal’s wise counsel

grateful, feathered friend

What luck! Or is it fate? My garden has been vacant and overgrown; absent of all song. Behold! answered prayers this morning. Was this what i have been hoping all along? A visit from wise counsel, dressed in feathered cloak?

I pour another cup, relish the peace he brings. I dream as he spreads his wings. “Leave a feather for me?” my only song. I will need to journey out and see…

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