Musical Muse

Catbird Composer

in a
cathedral 
of dappled
greens, 
a gray catbird
pauses 
on a branch,
silently composing
witty vocal
arrangements,
mewing notes,
mimicked phrases,
watery bird words
that declare
another spring
return, with 
bonded mate, to 
our garden, loved
by generations
of her dusky 
forebears,
feathered in
simple 
grace

The return of our spring catbirds never disappoints. I find that fragments of simple words, poems perhaps, flitting through my mind often involve these dusky, black capped birds. I find listening to the words lining up in my mind often soothes me in these frantic times, so fraught with worry. The catbird and I compose together with feelings both written and sung.

For the Record,
This day came in sunny and absolutely perfect. 

All hands loving the joy of waking up to a chorus of birdsongs.