I go to the fountain to feed the fish
every morning, and when the goldfish
see me their activity increases in
contemplation of being fed.
Their fixed eyes seem to look up
at me, but I wonder if I am recognized.
Would they know me from another
or are they merely reacting to the
change of light above their small pond.
I would like to believe they know me from
others who may pass by, and understand
it’s I that feeds, and cares for them.
Wonder if God feels that way as He
looks kindly upon us, and loves us.
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Gossamer wings, fluttering past,
turning my head, moving so fast,
slightly churning, spatting the air,
fluttering on, without a care.
A thousand miles, a thousand more,
swiftly flying from shore to shore.
Bright tiny wings, cover vast space
brown golden hues, moving with grace.
Never tire, nor energy pall,
course aligned, answering the call.
Winter is nigh, summer retreats,
cycle of life, is now complete.