She roosted her nest under a ledge on my front porch.
I hope we can become friends.
But she is afraid.
I speak to her softly in a high pitched voice.
Yet she flies away…
How magical it would be if she had her babies on that ledge.
But whatever happens, I understand.
We are who we are…
I pray she and her babies fend well.
Yet I understand that I may never know.
Love is like that…