We were bird watching this morning
Just earlier that bare cypress tree
was a play lot for a host of little wrens
darting back and forth to the lower fruit bushes
they returned to her peaks to banquet on berries in mid air
as if the tree tops were their table.
i watched them, as God watched me,
in wonder at what might happen next-
Suddenly, they all shuttered away
and it was just me and that bare tree
and the memory of playing with God,
and his friends,
while here on earth.