frosty dawn

by walterdoege

I wake up with the singing of the little birds at their nest on my bedroom window…they come to their nesty building many times by morning, and along the day…at sundown time they come near the nest…by night they fly to other places…I recognize their song…sometimes sweet…sometimes loud, as looking for each other…I imagine they are a couple living on that nest… even in rainny days, or frosty dawns…like today…listening their song is another day invitation to live…overall, their nest is a clay work…and I feel as a lovely labor…I never wake up alone