I was sitting in my windowsill,
feet dangling towards the ground,
when a small bird perched itself on my leg.
I didn't dare move in fear of frightening him.
He sang out and fluttered in the morning light,
chirping and cooing with delight.
And I couldn't help but smile.
Like a child, I sang back to him.
I wondered if any strangers could hear us.
We were a 6 AM alarm.