Trees bending and swaying
Our doors slamming up and down the stairs.
No storm. Just a wind, wailing until
A bird came and sat on the deck railing
He sang a song so loud and clear
We thought it was a computer, maybe a phone
Too loud to be real.
But it didn’t stop.
Irregular the song and ever louder he called until
I rose and went to see where the music began.
There he was. A tiny wren on the railing.
From his open throat, a song trilled pure and clear
Yet so loud the wind could not match him.
That was my day. Today.
Come back tomorrow songbird.