My evening visitor

Coming home for the day. Glanced in the side yard and I noticed a visitor. As we stood and sized each other up, she altered her attention from me to another visitor. She was listening hard to something .... watching something ... that never appeared, at least not to me.

After several minutes she looked at me as if to say 'good evening' and walked away into the setting sun.

A five minute vacation that soothed my soul.

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