Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Outside My Bedroom Window

No. I did not wake to the sun. 

Nor, did I wake to this gray–
Pavement colored sky.

Instead, I was awakened by your song,
Outside my bedroom window.
While you rustled your feathers,
Cocking your head slightly to the left.

Your 5 a.m. voice like a flute,
Softly singing in an unknown language.

To which I replied,

“Is it me you are calling out for?”


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17 thoughts on “Outside My Bedroom Window

  1. Those wild creatures always seem to know when you should be up to something, lol

  2. Hi Joelly great to see your blogs still going.

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