Perfection

Perfection

This day, this moment,

Squirrel maneuvering around Tin Man  bird feeder,

finding breakfast.

Strong coffee brings it own alert

to each cell of my grateful body.

Now crow sings his significant clarion call as

Sun nurtures each living being,

each Ponderosa pie needle,

each feather of every black-and-white magpie

searching out his breakfast.

What a surprising luscious moment.

How radiantly wonder-full

if I but notice.

Author: Catherine W. Scott

Grandmother, seeker, writer, fun-lover. I live by the sea in southwest France beside my daughter Leslie. Writing fiction has become joy and teacher. It is diving into one's heart to find stories, characters, ideas. That mysterious within holds wonders worth the dig. Like Walt Whitman said: "I am large. I contain multitudes."

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