by Brian Francis
The cardinals sing and bathe below
The window to my little studio
Where dreams are chased
And sometimes caught
To the tune of natures bards
Romping and playing in the street nearby
The echoes, screams and cries of fun
Careen through the window
And into my mind
Instantly clearing my thoughts
Dinner is cooking and the bread is made
And the cats and the dog are asleep
And the gentle chirping
In the nest outside
Speaks of comfort and warmth
Copyright ©2020 brian francis
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