A birds eye view

Stood upon a narrow branch low in the tree

watching, guarding, Who dares challenge me?

Below is my feed, two funny looking flowers hanging from a porch ceiling 

Accompanied by two giant creatures I’ve come to know as these flower’s tendees. 

These flowers are special.  
They never wilt and blossom through all seasons. I watch and I guard, just for that reason.

These creatures watch me all day, but not as I watch

This is in a much more curious way.

They do not guard as I do and they do not chase me away. They just tend to these flowers, seemingly to not let them decay. 

I do not share but these creatures, I will let stay.

Now we watch each other in that same curious way.