Often at the computer by the window I work,
There's something moving: I sense it...
From the corner of my eye, I notice movement,
Two golden colored birds have come to sit.
Just outside this window they come,
Sitting atop the old tomato cage...
I wonder as I type, if the clicking of the keys,
That I'm talking to them, as I finish this page?
I think it very strange indeed,
These 2 birds never miss a day...
So I click away on my son's computer,
These 2 birds just chatter away.
Vina Carathers
March 17, 2002
St. Patrick's Day Sunday
While clicking away on the keys,
You've hopped around to look at me...
Your beak is open as if to say,
"Let's be friends" was its plea.
"I lift my wings in flight to soar,
To the South I will fly...
I'll come again another day,
To your window I'll come to pry".
The companionship they give to me,
It seems to make the work go fast...
Before I know it, I have finished,
Wonder how long our friendship will last?