A middle aged woman likes knowing someone is whistling at her, but then realizes it's a bird.
You won't believe me whan I say
That somebody whistled at me today.
Now I'm neither young nor glamorous.
Only my husband would feel so amorous,
but he whistled and whistled.
When I turned to see, a cardinal was perched near the top of a tree.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Kathy
I love cardinals, so consider it an honor! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.