This summer has been quite special as I have had a new friend move in to my neighbourhood. She is a songbird who came a' singin' at 2 in the morning. Slowly, gradually, the time moved back until the songs began at 12:05 AM. Precisely, as to her own clock, she sang. Gradually, cautiously.
This new songbird flourished in melody, slowly building a symphony of sounds. She was unlike any songbird I had ever heard before. Sweet songbird, your happiness enveloped me. You didn't just make a chattering sound, though of course, that would have been just fine with me. Many bird sounds are chattering ones. Who am I to dictate the sounds of nature? Yet you have been a different and wondrous songbird, and I have awaited your music each and every night. Yes, I wait for you, as a lover awaits her muse.
I stand with humility before your grace, coming to know you only through your litany of rhapsody. You have been my nightly symphony, oh precious songbird. Many's been the time when I have wished that I could sing back to you in your exotic language. I have longed for a way to tell you just how much you have changed my life. I can never forget you, no never. We are forever woven together in spirit, as we lived through the bewilderment which enveloped your vulnerable life. Enough to silence you. No song, not even the cry of sadness that I too felt.
Last night, you were silenced completely as all of the incendiary devices rocked this your urban dwelling. Finally, when the thugs of the street had fired off their last stick of dynamite, I waited............and you waited with me............for this senseless noise to end. At last, around 2AM, it was over. But how could I tell you that you were safe from further assault? I could not. Sure, eventually, I crawled to my bed. But I could not sleep either. All I could do was to imagine your night of pain as you guarded over your chicks.
Oh, sweet songbird, will you return tonight? When oh when? I missed you so that my eyes welled with tears. Will your song, when and if you return, sing an ode to the laments of last night? Was your hearing damaged by those awful bombs? So many questions have I for you. Very sad questions for my happy songbird. Your season of innocence now has a scar, and you cannot, for survivals sake, completely forget it. You and I shared a lonely, dreadful night of silence which followed the warfare. Now today, do you suffer from shell shock? How could you not?
I doubt you could move out of the neighbourhood, as you have your nest to manage. So as well, do I.
Myself, well yes, I could move out, but I'm not likely to do so very soon. Like you, there is much to be considered.
Yet again there is next year. We may both decide to move our nests, to somewhere the songbirds may flourish in peace. Is there such a place, sweet songbird? I will let you lead the way.