opened the window wide one morning
a bird was singing out its heart
right there on a bougainvillea bush
not disturbed by me at all
went on singing bigger than it seemed it could
small golden bird gleaming in the morning
I’d never seen a bird like that
and no one knew of such a bird
I did not want to look it up
didn’t really want to know
I just want to be sure
should there be no such bird
there is that singing