Last night I slept with the windows open
And dreamed of giant birds.
I understood each sound they made
Like you understand these words.

The rhythmic song of springtime
was floating through my head
This morning, as I woke up
and rolled over in my bed.

The tweet-a-tweet, the caw-caw screech,
the whoopawill, the whirrr,
They blended all together
as my body began to stir.

The vitvit-vee, the honk-hoowonk,
The tinktinktink, the twoo,
The quer-wer-wer, they all made sense.
They were all words that I knew.

The chickadee, the robins,
the blue birds and the crow,
The mourning dove, the starlings
and a few that I don’t know,

Their tweets tapped out a timeless tale,
Spinning secrets they’ve been keeping.
Deet-a-deet, deet-a-deet, deet-a-deet-dee,
Like a Morse Code for the sleeping.

Their sounds became a symphony
the moment that I woke.
But just a second before I stirred,
they were stories someone spoke.

All of the sounds of all of their songs
were words inside my head,
‘Til the very moment that I awoke
and rolled over in my bed.

I understood each sound they made
Like you understand these words.
Last night I slept with the windows open,
And dreamed of giant birds.

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