today was spent burning brush from yesterday's work
there is something soothing about sitting by fire
all afternoon my feathered ones flitted from tree to tree
diving low over my head...across the fire
and they sang
not the warning song of hawks visit
but
chittering
chattering
happy sounds
i know what they were singing...
kumbaya my lord...kumbaya
kumbaya my lord...kumbaya
at the end of the day
with a good cup of coffee
i sang too
