Just after 6 a.m.
the last two mornings
a bird
singing
in a tree
at the bedroom window
loudly
beautifully.

An unfamiliar song.
Do I rise
and look
or
simply enjoy
the song?

First morning,
I lay still
enjoying the song.
Second morning,
I rise to look
and listen
at the same time.
Seeing nothing,
I wish I’d been content
to simply enjoy
the song.
“Thurily, Thurily…”