Singing Angels

Singing Angels

Crimson creatures
who don't quite belong
greet me each day
with their lovely sweet song.

We’re birds of a feather
these beauties and I
but only they
really know how to fly.

Our connection is real
for we’re from the same place
where winters are long
and cold winds sting the face.

When change led us away
from the snow and ice
it landed us all
in tropical paradise.

Just how we got here
lies in stories untold
though each ends with happy
to be away from the cold.

I know they're watching
for they visit me
some are flying
others perched in a tree.

Their crimson bodies
like lights in the sky
when I’m outside
will catch my eye.


But if I'm inside
and they're out of view
they'll just chirp and chirp
'til I ask, "Where are you?"

But if I’m indoors
and they’re up in a tree
they’ll just chirp and chirp
’til I go out and see.

Then they show their face
and we have a nice chat

Then we have a nice chat
and we say goodbye
until the next time
when they want to say hi.

I’m ever so grateful
for the miles they have flown
my guardian angels
so I’m never alone.

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