Bird In My Window Sill

I just found a bird in my window sill.

Yes, you read that correctly.

No, I am not mentally ill.

Perhaps he was sent to protect me.

His size is small.

But it's the thought that counts.

Birds seldom fall.

And are accustomed to any branch they mount.

Maybe he is a songbird.

Reminding me that I am not alone.

Sharing the most heartwarming sounds I ever heard.

In the loveliest way that any human has known.

He could be a bird of prey.

Sent to protect me against bad spirits.

My heart lives under his triumphant display.

And he makes sure no negativity goes near it.

He does not require food and nest.

It is more a spiritual love he brings,

Though he does not have a feathered breast.

I will always be under his wing.