My Day

My Day
A lonely Buzzard sits
upon a tree at my window.
He looks at me with interest
seems disappointed that I am
a bit too Alive. He wants me
or someone or something to die.
But he looks like an icon
of Patience. The limits of His Patience is the
length of lease of life that
we have. I say to him
I shall not keep you in waiting
forever nor will it be too soon
 
You shall have your Day
But, This is my Day

Love & Grace

 
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