Bird Watch

I watched a bird sing today.

Yes, watched.

I heard it, too.

But it was remarkable to watch.

This particular catbird sang with sincerity

And perfect pitch.

Its eyes were soft but focused.

The notes flowed like lyrics.

I don’t know what was said,

But I imagined it to be

Morning has broken,

But the world has not.

Dylan has said that it doesn’t matter

what the lyrics meant to him.

What matters is what you take away.

I thanked the catbird and walked away.