Outside My Bedroom Window
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?”