they Listen
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As I sit And gaze At the birds In my garden I watch How life goes on For them, Raising young, Finding food, Bathing At the ponds edge. I think that I am not seen, Nearly invisible, Just a pair of eyes Sitting quietly, Watching from the cover Of the swing. I fill the feeder, And the baths, Hang the houses Then I wait For the new tenants To arrive, Thinking I am Unnoticed. Then I sit again And watch. Suddenly On a chair Close by They land. They are looking Right into my eyes, Unafraid. Hello’ I say, They nod their heads And confer Listening. Thanks.’ they say And fly off To the feeder. Well, what do you know. They knew I was here All along. I smile happily. ‘Thank you’ I think

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