I heard the strangest thing today,

looking up at the leafless trees,

imagining I saw birds.

(Oh, I wish I was a bird. Although I question my judgment.)

The sound surrounded me.

It reminded me of spring,

when my patio is overcome with

leafy, green growth,

and there's always the prefect amount of

t hanging around my shoulders,

because my head's always up in the clouds, so they say.

(How I wish I could fly. Or can I?)

The birds flew in arrows,

pointing me, guiding me to my destination

as their tunes replayed in my head.

They glide over me with such ease.

And their only trouble is finding a roost.

(This time it's for real. I'm not backing off. Not again, I'm not losing twice.)