A Singular Sympatico Sunday by Joyce Cass

Seated and sated she switched sides

Squinting straight through the slats

Seeing swallows swooping and singing

While seeking their suppers.

It was a sun-sweetened Sunday

That she started her sojourn serenely and silently

Surveying the scene of

Songbirds seizing and sampling

Salvageable substances for survival.

After a sufficiently scrupulous session of study

Signs of sedentary self-indulgence set in

The sky-sightings became slow and scarce

Seemingly her subjects were scattering

Searching for more salubrious savories.

Surely she should be somewhat sensible

Sitting here in her secure senior sanctuary

Scanning the scenery while not satisfied.

Suddenly a serious solution submerged

Susan’s selection of the “Seasons” scenarios!!

Seemed the superlative ending to Sunday’s sloth.

Self-discipline and strength became self-evident

Stiffly she stood, separating servitude to

Some semblance of significant seriousness.

As her sluggard’s solitary situation was solved

Her spirits spiraled

Stimulating some sense of salient sanity

Stopping her spellbound surveillance of

Sunday’s soaring and scintillating swallows.