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My secret garden

Is a joy to me.

It's right here, right here

But who else can see?



Right now a sparrow

Feasts quite happily,

Tugging on a worm

And ignoring me.



That's the way, that's the way I like it.



The black and white cat

Lying at my feet

Eyes it drowsily

In this lazy heat.



A butterfly flits

In the summer air

Here and there and gone

Really anywhere.



That's the way, that's the way I like it.



Bright flowers look up,

Smiles on their faces

They are chosen ones

And like their places.



The statuary,

Gracing garden fair,

Is most eloquent

With its ancient air



That's the way, that's the way I like it.



Bird song fills the air.

It's from the tall trees-

Baby birds in nests,

Twittering as please.



The sky is clear blue,

No clouds overhead.

Oops -another sparrow

Now the first has fled.



That's the way, that's the way I like it.