a place to land

you can find me

stalking my garden

eyes peeled wide
on any given day

perusing the soils riches

in my gardening britches

 

I see you birds

I see you butterflies

I see you spiders webs

and nothing do I despise

as im in my gardening disguise

 

and what moves there

my eyes they flick

and in my brain I take a mental pic

 

click

oh mighty bird

feeding your babies in your nest

or hovering monarch looking spawning space

go around the corner

your milk weeds a plenty

grown from seed

by my fair

hand

to give to you

some place to land

 

nectar feeder you go there

so from my window I can stare

and see if the position is correct

away from cats

for you birds I try to protect

 

and in my meadow

I refuse to mow

so lay in the grass

I can go

and watch you clouds

pass me buy

and watch me try

 

try to return the bounty

salvation this earth gives me

home to roam

caretaker for a short while

and in return garden

you want nothing but to see my smile