Woke up this morning to laughter from upstairs.
Tumbled down from my loft and smiled at the birds diving for the feeder.
I open the window, and L stirs, mumbling, in her bed across from mine.
The window slides open, and we are blasted with sound.
Blue jays, red-winged blackbirds, Phoebe birds, chickadees, hawks, cardinals.
L smiles from under her quilts.
“Sounds like Mamo’s house.”
“Only its here! At our house!”
Thinking of birds and enjoying warm sunshine!