Familiar Grace

I love the little ones the best, I think-
The drably feathered sparrow, grey titmouse,
The tiny hummingbirds that come to drink
At every source of nectar near our house.
The chipmunks, when I speak to them, will stay
And, even though they’re worried, come so near
That I can almost touch them; every day
They seem to lose a bit more of their fear.
But best of all, I love the half-grown rabbit
Whose nest I inadvertently destroyed
While pulling garlic; it is now his habit
To live close to us rather than avoid.
With such familiars privileged to live,
Just being still becomes restorative.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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