It climbs up on our deck and looks in the windows.

It knows where to find me. I am at my desk every morning.

It comes to visit.

I have never fed it or put out food.

That is not nature’s way.

It watches me work and poses for my camera.

Sometimes angels have fur instead of feathers.

Sometimes they climb instead of fly.

God will always be in nature.

That’s where I find him.

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