On the back step

The sun is gently rising and I’m sitting on the back step,
watching the paint peel, and
the grass overgrow the side fence, and
Old Limpy hobble after her fat, clucky sisters.

And my hands are warmed by a mug of hot tea.

And all is well in my world.
And all is well in my world.

Gratitude day 2

one for the chooky-ladies who give me clucks and squawks, funniness and eggs
two for the black and white feathered brigade who eat the grubs and bugs in the garden and sing so cheerfully
three for the wee wonders the tiny blue and blacks and brown and reds who cling so daintily on fine little feet and trumpet their good mornings
four for the sweetness of the lacey gold and chocolate quackers
five for the magnificence of the raptors – the wedgie, the falcon, the goshawk – for wonder and awe – and the reminder of just how much we love all the others
and six – a bonus – for the crows who provide such witty conversation

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