I often stop and talk with strangers, and today was no different. Today I got to meet Fred and Kate they are birdies some people call them bird watchers.
Kate did not make it into the photo, but Fred did.
Off the bike path where the sun kissed the sky,
Two birdies named Fred and Kate,
Waiting for a very special bird.
With feathers of colors, so vibrant and bold, they witnessed a story, forever to be told.
Kate the Great, they fondly called her, you see,
For her wisdom and grace in the sky's grand spree.
Fred, her dear heart , by her side did abide,
Together they soared, on this wondrous bird Discovery.
They gazed at the heavens, a canvas so wide,
As the birds of the world on their journey.
From north to the south, in a magnificent show,
A tapestry of life in a mesmerizing flow.
A spectacle of nature, a serenade.
They whispered tales of their dreams and their forever search for the Bird of their dreams.
Their hearts filled with wonder, a love without end.
As Fred and Kate rested, beneath the moon's light,
They knew in their hearts, this was a magical place.
For in the world of feathers and song so sweet,
Fred and Kate found a love that was truly complete.
In the migration of birds, they discovered their fate,
Forever entwined, Fred and Kate the Great.
