Little birds eating seeds
chit and chirp sounds
they flutter against the moss
Branches thin and brittle
It is Sunday
I am lazy in this happiness waiting content
You are my next day
My forever days
I flutter too
Dancing in this happy wriggle
This love that seems so perfect
It is a dream maybe
But I will not let it worry me
Nothing is more than us
The tiny chickadees know this
And so do I
