The Return

Nestled among rolling hills

and evergreen trees, the cats and I watch

 as the cardinals feed.

Knox waits impatiently at the door

ready to start his morning chore

 banishing squirrels and gathering sticks.

Everything is as it was before.

Joy stands waiting at my front door…

with a welcoming heart, I invite her in.

JFG

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One comment on “The Return

  1. Unknown's avatar Anonymous says:

    Beautiful!

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