Dawn, and just me and a lonely cardinal Play out our songs for God to hear In the spare air the bird twitters I, in my chair stretch my wits We each sit, the bird on a branch And I, leaning in the Lazy Boy The day lies before us like an unwritten score or a scroll unaccustomed to ink We will fly across this unknown expanse and cherish our freedom to fly where we will The white clouds and clear blue skies will be the ears for our stories And nightfall will draw our tales to an end.