I was deep in thought and had the silenced interrupted by the sound of songs.

It’s been snowing for a few days now. Not much foraging to be had by the feathered ones.

But there was a break in the front.  The wind died down and the snow stopped for a moment.

I was interrupted by the sound of songs.

From the ease of my chair, I hustled to the window to catch a glimpse.

“Who was that singing?”

My eyes scanned the forest of pine looking for movement.  Looking for color.  Looking for the song-maker.

I could still hear the  song. It wasn’t one of the ones I’m most familiar with growing up in the eastern woodlands of North Carolina.

Different songs here.  Beautiful yes, but different.  I miss the familiar.  Don’t let me forget their distinctive voices.  New is nice but familiar brings comfort.

Then I saw it. Beautiful bird in it’s own right.  Lovely song. But-

“Jesus, I’d love a cardinal…”