I have a special relationship that begins each morning
after the moon has set.
What makes this relationship special?
It’s with a bird I’ve never met.
She’s the first bird of the morning..
with whom my life is intertwined…
the early bird who begins to sing
in the silence the owls and crickets leave behind.
With all the other birds still sleeping…
their heads snug beneath their wings
this bird I’ve never seen before
each day begins to sing.
I’ve often wondered in the dark…
how does this bird know…
the morning is approaching
before the sun begins to glow?
But she does…her instincts must be strong…
and I imagine she’s as happy singing…
as I am to hear her song.
This is why after waking I hurry outside
because I don’t want to be late…
and miss the morning song
of my everyday blind date.
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