The sound of a bird waking up in the morning
Chipper as always, no matter that the mood is amiss
He puffs out his chest and sings from the heart
The song that he sings sounds exactly like this:
A late night of gaming, on a rainy summer night
A group of friends talking about anything and everything outside on lawn chairs
The sound a glass makes when you accidentally hit it with your fork
A plain, beige teddy bear that means something more to you specifically
She gave it to you.
A bow tie with a colorful pattern, paired with a bright clean collared shirt
A small dog running towards a frisbee in a park, just as fast as any bigger dog would
Seeing a child look down at you for the first time and thinking about how big they've grown
The delight a child feels playing with the door stopper spring
For no reason at all.
The first time you enter a candy shop as a child, and you don't know which one to choose
Seeing the kangaroos in a zoo enclosure and wanting to pet them like a cat
Seeing something your friend sent you, and laughing even though you've seen it before
An embarrassing side eye from strangers while you laugh about an inside joke no one understands
But you don't care.
Buying something you have no use for because when you saw it for the first time it made you smile
Laughing at a butt joke after you told yourself you wouldn't and that you've outgrown them
Fluffy blankets and pillows, burying yourself in them even if it's too hot for any of that
Screaming the countdown on the last day of school with people you might be with for the last time
Entering a class for the first time and seeing a familiar face that melts the anxiety away
This won't be so bad after all.
The sense of awe looking at a piece of art someone more talented than you drew
Hearing a piano song for the first time and discovering a feeling you didn't know you had
Loving the way a poem sounds because you know who wrote it and what they felt at the time
Liking a mix of things and not sticking to any one type because why limit yourself that much?
I want to see it all.
Sweet things, pastries filled with butterscotch and served with warm milk
A sandwich stacked way too high for you to possibly eat it, but you try anyway
S'mores and hot dogs and cheese pizza and macaroni and wafer cookies and vanilla bean ice cream
The sense of home from soup made by your mom when she didn't feel like cooking something else
Passing out exhausted after something you know will make a great memory tomorrow
All memories are good when they're with you.
The bird finishes his song and ruffles his feathers
I hold out my hand with my first finger extended
And he lands on it like it's second nature by now
He looks me in the eyes and my daze is ended
Birdsongs don't have a harmony that makes sense
Only pure emotion from creatures simpler than me
Maybe that's why I find myself here every morning
Listening to my favorite sound of all, this melody
And finding myself thinking of someone I love
Someone who sings his birdsong the same way
He's not afraid to let the world know how he feels
My one and only birdie friend, Mr. crème brûlée
