House sparrow flies into it's new home; twigs in beak.
She asks me what that smell is.
I say 'coffee.'
Seagull meets its beloved on top the chimney nest.
I hear them catching up.
I've never seen birds embrace that way.
Crow listens as I ask him to bring me gifts.
He tells me I have to bring gifts first.
I leave dimes on my porch.
Robin follows me on my walk in the woods.
Her family follows.
They have owned this land for a long time.
Song sparrow and I whistle back and forth.
I am improving.
He gives me harder melodies.
I tell the birds I love them.
They say they are not mine to love.
I will anyways.
