I was acting out of penance this evening.
I am satisfied with my efforts to improve.

I saw red birds and heard them crying.
The garden flowers hid a squirrel.
It raced up the tree to avoid my gaze.

Night has fallen now.
The birds and squirrel are quiet.
The tree hides them both.
I feel their invisible presence.

They are a witness to my prayers.

W. Wayne B.
Dec. 7, 2011