Starling's visit

It started with a ruckus

of flapping and wild cat yowls

as the bird found itself

separated 

from the world

by glass~

The bird, searching for freedom,

beat itself against the invisible barrier,

over and over

caught in curtains, lost  

frantic

for release.

The cats waited below

as I tried to catch the bird.

He wanted no help, only freedom.

The mail slot offered a small cave of possibility

and the black panting creature 

finally hid himself 

in its

hollowness~

I went outside and opened the small golden hinged door~

then the bird looked out with open beak,

hungry now for open sky

as never before.

Freedom gave its instructions

as the bird crouched into perfect shape

and emerged through the mail slot

without injury

Without delay

Starling found freedom.

Gratitude

Rejoicing

the shared golden thread

made evident 

during 

bright-eyed conversations

We are connected

by our search

and inspired

by a sense of sisterhood

rediscovered

I am so grateful

for the darling friends

that dare authenticity to reshape their hearts

and reinvent their minds

I, too, dare to be altered

by the wisdom

I hear in birdsong~

It makes all the difference 

to take these risks

in harmony.