Trio of red-breasted robins
Singing sweetly in the bare tree
Outside my window.
I only noticed
Because I heard
My cat speaking to them
In quiet cat clips
As cats are wont to do.
She hunches, not moving a muscle.
The birds perch, warming themselves
In the soft morning sun.
in the embrace
of my feline, snuggled next to me now;
in the notes
of our feathered friends, singing hymns of praise and love;
in my Father, Lover of life
who bestows His grace and greeting upon us
with radiant refrain