This bird follows me while walking through my garden, and I speak to him thanking him for his song. This Mockingbird sings beautiful songs night and day.
In my romantic notions, I feel we’ve developed a relationship, that this Mockingbird has come to know me and greets me as I walk around. This bird nests in my garden – sharing my home and my flowers.
and looks for me and depends upon me.
Then my daughter searches to find out why the Mockingbird sings at night – apparently it sings when it is under some distress. Does it miss me, my romantic mind questioned.
So, this bird that greets me everyday is the son, grandson, great-grandson of birds I have known for years. Do they tell their young this is a good place to make a home? Do they tell them how much I enjoy their company?
I still carry my romantic notion every day – still talk to this melodious bird – I look for him – thinking he’s looking for me.