The bluebird visits again today. Her blue hue casting violet against the dewy morning light.
I find her to be my only friend in this neighborhood of perfectly etched glass houses.
Perched on the windowsill she peers inside to often see chaos and clothing, where milk and tear stains mingle in the fibers.
I often wonder does she peer in at night,too? After I’ve poured out all I have to give without ever even having left.
Yet, she still appears day after day, unmoved by its tenants imperfections.
I wonder if my little feathered friend also sees love and a heart that’s pure. A mother that dreams of building something beautiful.
I see that this cavity nester has diligently built a nest, quite tidy in nature, notably well kept, and ready for her clutch.
She is known to be a most attentive parent, prioritizing her multiple broods in each passing season.
In spite of it all she is seemingly unbothered by my often inability to always get it right, she comes again anyways.
And so I’ll wait for another visit from my companion that “carries the sky on her back”.
Tomorrow I hope.
Where the bluebird and I meet again.
Four Girls Later 