Two bright red Cardinals perched in my tree

Beautiful little creatures staring at me

There's a myth that they are friends who have passed, coming to say hello

Dragonflies can be black, blue, or yellow

Looking at me, knowing that I see you

If these are true, I believe you come here because you miss me, and you know that I miss you too

It's a good thing you are a loud callah

Because otherwise I wouldn't see you until Valhalla