A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, yet in this evening birdsongs on the air awaken me to listen and recline. This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep, is laughing at a long forgotten jest or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep inside her feathered nest, finds better rest. I watch the window, night begins to fade and so do I. As slumber beckons me I hear a distant answer softly made: A dawn duet resplendent in our tree. A single song brings answers in the air as my beloved sleeps without a care.