May 23

A Bird

A bird flew up to my window
Waking me up bright and early
To its beautiful singing
It loped gracfully in circles at I peered through my curtains
It chirped at me and landed on a branch right outside my window
As if inviting me to play
It tilted its head at me
As if confused by my yawning and wanting to go back to bed
The bird flew a wide circle around the branch 
It started singing again
Seemingly on purpose so I couldn't go back to bed
A bird flew up to my window