Today, I met a bird.
In my oriole nest.
It thought it would sing by my head
To wake me up
And that I would invite him in.
For breakfast I suppose…
But I don’t eat worms.
I am sure it must have seen
My walls shine through the curtains
Brilliant orange...
(And chocolate)
It must have seen me sleeping
Lying in a drift of downy pillows
Dreaming that I could fly.
Like an oriole.
It must have noticed that I hit my alarm
Nearly five times.
It must have thought that the alarm
Was not a pretty morning sound
A sound to wake to dawn too.
A sound to yawn too.
So it sang for me.
A chirp, a trill, a “Goodmorning, oriole.”
“May I come in and sing with you?”
My eyes opened to the sky
Grey and dim with rainy light
Radiant blue with a soprano’s notes…
Blazing with song in the darkness
Today I met a bird.
It knew I was an oriole.
And it sang goodmorning for me.
And that is so much more inspiring
Than an alarm.
This is fun, beautiful, and brilliant all at the same time! I love it Rynn! I I like your word creations very much. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yay for alluding to soprano notes :D heeheehee <3
Your are truly a poet!!! and an amazing young lady!! dad
ReplyDeleteMy beautiful little birdy. I love to have you snuggled all fuzzy headed and cozy upstairs. You bring such a happy presence to my household, and I love my sweet Princess! xxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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