At the open back door, the birds’ sweet morning sounds greet me at dawn – -
So much more beautiful than the noise of cars, buses, and voices . . .
In the overgrown, green leafed forsythia bushes, a bird has built a nest.
I walk by it pretending that I do not know,
for even birds like some privacy.
Some birds stay throughout the day, looking for food or the seeds I’ve scattered.
Others stop by to drink from one of the birdbaths, or to wash their dusty feathers.
I sit outside in my chair, pretending to read the mail, but really observing them.
As I am quiet, they feel quite comfortable with me.
At dusk they leave for nearby yards and trees.
Stillness descends with darkness,
and I go to sleep awaiting their morning sounds tomorrow.