There is a park not far from my sweet home
where many precious bird will build a nest;
and even though I visit there alone
I stay aware that I am nature’s guest.
She kindly welcomes me in verdant gown
and speaks to me with path or rapid stream;
the kindness of her table shall abound--
like brunch with eggs and coffee cooled with cream.
A welcome mat on which to wipe a shoe,
the room within her house to feel at ease,
a fine front yard with borrowed mountain dew,
that legend with an extra set of keys.
Her gracious hospitality complete:
an ottoman so I can rest my feet.
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