this morning

placed here 

as we are 

in this blip of time 

waking to bird music 

singing along 

creating creating creating 

to what end 

if only because we must 

gathering twigs and grasses 

lint and thread 

and finding forks in branches 

and attaching our nests 

compelled to make our home 

and fly out from there 

singing our singular song 

for the world to hear and 

sing back in echo or answer 

for this moment 

will not recur in 

quite the same way again