My Wil­lie wag­tail

Isis Town and Country - - OPINION - By LORETTA TARDA

There’s a cheeky Wil­lie wag­tail, that vis­its me each day. Call­ing out with cheer­ful sounds, I go out­side, and want to stay. As I hosed the gar­den, it seemed cu­ri­ous at first, Be­ing such hot weather, maybe it had a thirst? But as I watched this cute lit­tle bird, A friend­ship be­gan so beau­ti­ful, that it re­ally isn’t that ab­surd. Those two black beady eyes star­ing at me, Then it jumps up, on to my hand, I talk to it, and it chirps hap­pily away, even though I don’t un­der­stand. It fol­lows me around the yard look­ing for moths to eat, Then it comes over as I sit down, and gen­tly pecks at my feet. So tiny and trust­ing is it hun­gry or maybe lonely I did won­der? But then along comes a mate, and it swiftly flies off down yon­der. This in­no­cent friendly crea­ture of na­ture, how it can touch the heart. Such sim­ple things to share and ob­serve, but oh! The plea­sure and joy it does im­part.

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