Wings and Whispers

I hung a birdfeeder, memories in the air,

like laughter of summers that once used to share.

Red cardinals flit in, a flash against green,

while silence hums softly, a ghost in between.

Windows frame moments, the world outside sighs,

a tapestry of feathers and delicate cries.

Each visit a whisper, a moment of grace,

filled with the echoes of a familiar face.