Near my nestled perch

I sip of sunlight’s lemonade

To seraphim, I chirp:

“Angels, wake and guard from prey”

Tucked beneath my feathers

Fragile life, I guard with mine

Milk moon masks, my eyes,

I swallow night as though divine

Slumber shall not know me

Sleep, I’ll find, when at my breast

Their heartbeats, chirps I’d echoed,

Fade with me, ’top empty nest

Warning. Warning, to all my fine feathered friends. Do not, I repeat, do not get too close to humans.

Oh, some of them are quite nice. They even take the time to go to the store, buying us trendy bird houses and feeders, while offering assorted seeds for us that ain't bad. If my beak's correct, there are even some fruit and nuts mixed in from time to time. How can I complain? Well, their generosity is not the problem I have come to warn you about.

The problem is, humans do this strange thing called worrying, and over thinking. It even causes this other thing I've heard mentioned called insomnia. You really don't want to know the definition of that word, so please just trust me and heed the warning. I found out the hard way when I took occupancy right outside their living room window, because you know what they say, birds of a feather flock together.

My talons curve around

The oak branch,

Gripping tightly

I gently flap my wings,

Gray feathers ruffling,

Ready for my song to begin

The sun rises,

Golden light shining bright

I chirp as it ascends,

Hoping my melody will reach you

I continue on,

Notes flowing from my beak,

Their sound soft and sweet

The sun wanes,

Its fire dipping back

Into a darkening sky

I chirp as it falls,

Hoping my melody will reach you

I continue on,

Notes flowing from my beak,

Their sound desperate and sweet

Stars begin to dot

The midnight canvas,

Their glow a guide

In the night

I chirp,

Hoping my melody will someday reach you

I continue on,

Notes flowing from my beak,

Their sound lost and devoid of hope

I sing for you

To return home

Wow!

W o w!

WOAH!

All these colors and lights!

They are so GREAT!

I have to tell everyone!

The big people inside must know.

Wooooaaahh...

How can it all be so pretty?

All of these beautiful things coalescing together in a big stew of... of... ummm... wow!

I just cannot get enough of this wonderful world. IF I STOP TALKING I WILL EXPLODE!

O no, the lights are gone!

Where did they go?

Will they come back?

Oh wait.

The lights are just smaller and all over the sky now!

Aww, such a pretty little light. I will just have to keep telling everyone about this!

Who knew that something so small could be so cute?

HEY! COME LOOK AT THIS! COME ON!

Hello my name is speckels and I am a bird. My gorgeous feathers are bright red, orande and the deepest blue. My wingspan is only 5 inches so I'm tiny compared to most other birds. So I make up for size in the beautiful songs ( I think so anyway) I sing.

My songs make me happy on the inside. So when I'm happy my sweet tweets make the human people I see happy too. I love to get thier attention its a game I play all day long. How many people can I make smile today by doing something I love to do.

Some days I go hang out in the tree outside of a widow's bedroom window. She is so lonely her husband who was with her from high school has recently passed away. She had 67 wonderful years and misses him so. When I meet her after lunch when shes reading I land on the tree and start my melody. Sometimes I think she is watching and waiting for me. Her chair faces the window and when she hears me she sets down her reading and rocks her chair to my song. I feel like we are old friends. It makes me smile inside to see peace come over her face. I know ill miss her when she is gone.

My days are filled with so much joy from all my songs especially when the mom with three small kids sets out her baked honey buns just for me. Her days are filled with dirty diapers feeding times and laundry. She loves her family and her husband is good but stealing time away just for her self is precious. So when I smell those fresh baked honey buns I know shes outside having mommy time. That's my que to join her in some singing. I'll nibble a few bites then rest on the table by her chair and chirp my heart out. She gets such a kick out it. She will start humming along. Next thing I know she's found rest and solitude energised to take on her proudest role as mom again.

There are so many wonderful things about being a tiny bird with bright colors I could go on and on. But just for myself somedays I fly off to the high tree my mom once had and sing my heart out to the one that gave me these bright colors and beautiful songs. Here is where I find my inspiration to indulge all the humans I find with the gift God gave me, my song

I want to ask them / how did you learn grace / do you nest in it / do you ever want to be bigger / like a tall tree / a large hawk / did you learn your defenses / how come / can you teach me / can I fight back / how long can I chase caterpillars / how long can I live alone / without shelter / with only beetles in my mouth / are you tired / are you lonely / how come / did your mother leave you too / once you fell and lost her smell / do you die too / once you’re touched