At the red flowers
Below my writing window
They zig and zag
From one to the next
One flies up
Hovers at eye level
For a moment we watch each other
Then return to our morning routines
At the red flowers
Below my writing window
They zig and zag
From one to the next
One flies up
Hovers at eye level
For a moment we watch each other
Then return to our morning routines