HE SANG TO ME

I’ d only just stepped outside,

when he hopped towards me

like a small child,

greeting his mother.

 

not daring to move,

I said hello,

what do you want?

he tilted his haloed eye

 

and cocked his handsome head,

before bursting into song,

like a rendition of Nessun Dorma,

his crisp tone

speared my heart,

leaving me in awe

that he trusted me enough

to deliver such beauty

in such a captivating way.

 

Blinking  upwards

he almost smiled,

and repeated  his song

before he flapped his wings

and was gone,

leaving me humbled

that he sang especially for me.