Ribbons of Green and Purple and Blue

Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. From where I sit this single minute I can see a bluebird, a lime green finch, and a tiny purple nuthatch all three---in the dogwood tree. They all arrived within seconds of each other. The finch came first, then the bluebird, followed immediately by the nuthatch, singing he-he-he-he-he-he-he---

The nut hatch left first, followed shortly by the finch. The bluebird is silent and lingers long. Then there's a pair of bluebirds, and a speckled baby flies to the dogwood over my shoulder. Mama joins her, not ten feet from my view. My breath catches. Tears well up. A fledgeling bluebird in September.

Gifts from someone, somewhere . . .

Muti, is that you?

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