A Talking Bird Visited Me One Day

A mourning dove appeared one day on my window sill He looked in, aghast, as he saw me taking a vitamin pill I stopped midway and looked back at him as he cooed in protest “You can leave right now” I said, “you dirty bird you’re not an invited guest.” He cocked his head and stared some more looking panicked and frayed “It is a pill” I urged “it’s none of your affair, please fly your self away!” He waddled and turned his tail toward me and looked over his slight shoulder “It’s a pill to you but to me it looks quite more like a boulder!” “Wait”, I said, “you can talk? This is unusual for a bird!” “No it’s not” he said to me and I know what I heard He turned to me again to opine my healthy pill “It’s not a thing you should do, as you have God’s free will!” So strange my dream was that night I dare not take more pills. For I do not wish to speak to birds upon my window sills.