I have a Gratitude Bench in the meadow and there I sit,letting whatever wants to come, come. . .
A song sparrow making notes in the branches behind me,
the wingspan of a turkey vulture soaring overhead,
A Ruby Crowned Kinglet, swift as a fairy, comes to say hello.  He knows he is one of my favorites, and he knows where to find me.  His diminutive size says nothing about his personality.  With wings like a hummingbird, he hovers about the goldenrod, though for bugs or seeds I could not tell. 
There is no fear.  He simply searches out what he knows he will find.
A fascinating movie he makes.  The white ring around his eye, the streak of red that makes him royalty.
He is a welcome visitor, gracing the meadow only during migration.  He has a brethren, the Golden Crowned Kinglet, which I have yet to see.  Perhaps if I wait long enough, I will create one.

The bench always fills.

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