Looking out my window. Getting on toward sunset. A downy woodpecker, two mourning doves, a red breasted grosbeak. A gaggle of house sparrows.
Gathering at the feeders.
I know really, and everything.
They bring me peace and happiness and love and joy.
To know that I can offer them a resting place. Some nourishment. The sanctuary to raise their young.
They offer me a knowing.
That there is goodness and beauty.
And that we all depend on one another.
Maybe I’m an angel to them.
I know they are to me.