Little Bird

The unusually bright sunlight pulls me to the backyard this morning.

And a little bird in the pear tree is flitting about,

Chirping incessantly about this and that.

I feel drawn to this bird magnetically,

Believing that she may be a messenger,

Carrying vital information from the World beyond.

Speaking in a language I cannot comprehend.

Expressing a feeling with no meaning,

Or perhaps, a meaning with no feeling.

Either way, she cheers me up,

Showing me the way through another day.