The passerine sits silently
Nights are cold and there isn’t always enough food.
Every night,
quietly she is waiting
She knows he will come
She waits and watches
The man sits and watches the bird too
Every day before nightfall
She will come to the porch and sit quietly
It’s the same play every day
An unspoken bound
Closer and closer she’ll come
In need of company
A hand
Reaching out
And there she was.
Slowly she descends
Right into his inviting hand
Harmony.
You better enjoy the one  bird in the hand then two in the bushes.
Let’s be good to nature and nature will be good to us.
Life always has a silver lining.


Shell ✨🐚