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.