a song
...a gift from a tiny feathered friend...
a song
then the tiny bird landed on the sill
while I picked up my cup of coffee
looking straight out the window still
shaking preening pivoting saw me
thinking all night what this day brings
from the cloudy dark sky waning moon
from the porch street wire shadows
like strings
make a line dance motion on the lawn
the night brought back some memories
innocence from home away across the sea
fireflies a joy and not catching as well
at least
so are the thoughts the moon shadows
set upon me
the tiny bird tweeted a little song
looking at me
then flew to a nearby red flowers small
tree
as I put the cup down my tiny friend is
gone
left a gift to remember a song set
on the window sill upon
***
(c) ndr 06.09.2023
Photo: online alamy
Sharing is caring. The little bird shared a little song in the morning when I was beginning my day. Glorious!
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