It’s always a thrill
to suddenly, unexpectedly
see old friends.
I’m not certain
the hummingbirds
are the same ones as previous years,
but perhaps they are.
Three at a time,
so far,
though they are all males.
I imagine their partners
are tending nests
for the time-being.

I feel certain turtle
is the old friend
who summers in the flower beds,
travels the grassy patches
south of the house,
and out to the hermitage
and nibbles on dog food
on the back porch.
I was thrilled to first see it
making its way through mulch
just off the front porch.
My heart jumped.
I spoke a warm welcome.
It kept walking.