she’s…

…a little songbird, staring in my window, chirping enchanting melodies, at three-thirty-three am…

…tiny and wee, fit and strong, precious heart and might lungs…singing sweetly,”good morning, dear”…

…vigilant, patient, and passing time, watching over me while i sleep…gently cooing,”get up, get up, sleepyhead”…

…ready to be seen now, showing her plumage in the sun, trading in her warbling, for a persistent tap…

…tapping on my window, she knocks until i rise. beautiful red feathers and dark blue eyes…

…waiting for me to notice, that she’s finally arrived. waiting for me to invite her on inside…

…my little songbird, that only sings for me. she’s my little songbird, that came for me to see…

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