LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON
I was sitting around in my back yard
hoping to get a message from my wife.
But sometimes, a passing Monarch butterfly
is just a butterfly.
On the other hand, when a bright red Cardinal
insists on perching on my shoulder, I know
she still loves me even if she’s gone.
I carefully walk her over to our birdfeeder
to let her know I received the signal,
and that I still love her and want to be sure
she isn’t hungry anymore.