A large branch from the tree
that grows beside my house
reaches towards my window.

From where I sit
I can see the squirrels
scurrying busily
back and forth.

They chirp greetings
to one another
as they scamper
from branch to branch.

They can see me
watching them through the window,
but I am far enough away for them
to have no fear of me.

From where I sit I hear birds
signing their good morning greetings
Some sing a “Cheep, cheep, cheep,”
while others have a more
melodious song.

From where I sit
I can see patches of bright blue
brighten up the sky.

The air is calm
The street below
still Sunday morning quiet.

From where I sit
comfortable in my bed.
My man breathing deeply
in contented sleep beside me
my pen and paper
keep me company.

I am filled with gratitude
for all that I see
from where I sit.

(c) 2010 Evelyn Bourne

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