Dark in the Day

Shifted to the other side of the road

Deceptive, starless night 

Another nap, a long one this time

Buoyant dreams betrayed my eyeballs.

A warbler prior to first light

Wakes up to do the impractical.

A leap from my new verandah

and across the road, he flies.

To strike my glass window with its beak

My former home came to life

When he tried to break out

From endless sky to enter my finite site.

One year went by so fast.

The yellow-throated did it every day.

Leap, strike, fly back to start

Come again with greater force, strike again. 

And a stream of thoughts 

Started running into my head. 

Why is he doing so? What does he want?

And as always I begin with my day.