Early evening at the computer I sit
Letters to old friends I often write
E-mails to some, we correspond
For Friends I cherish, makes life a delight.
Mother Nature furnishes us with friends
At Calico Meadows, they need not fear
With legs to run and wings to fly
Across the meadow and yard they appear.
In the tall hedge, across from my window
There is a bird that nests in there
To a tomato ring by the window, he flies
Looks as tho' he's lonesome, I swear.
At the computer, the keys are clicking
I start to make a clicking sound
He hops around a little nearer
At the clicks, he must have found.
Vina Carathers
September 19, 2003
With each sound of this clicking
Closer and closer, the windowpane he's found
He looks in at me as if to say
"What the heck is that mysterious sound?"
While we conversed, back and forth
Where he sits and stares at me
A picture of him I really must have
To prove it's true, don't you see?
In early evenings, I like his company
While at the computer I sit and write
Then out the drive and off to the South
He raises his swings in a beautiful flight.
I bet tomorrow again he'll come
To chat with me again
I'll be on the computer, waiting for him
Watching for him at my windowpane.