tonight from the garden
There are two pairs of blue birds who have been calling the garden home. Late in the summer they go to their other home, but each year they come back and sit on the gate or the stakes in my garden.
They fly past me, swooping from one outlook to another. I stop to watch them and they do the same. On to another task like a trip to the shed, and he follows me, landing here and there. Flashing blue and the blush of his chest, I look up and he looks down. Then back I go back the other way, he twitters and calls, swooping down to the ground and back up his post above. My garden feeds him and his family, we help each other.