Dusk

my familiar is a songbird
who settles on the terrace
to serenade me sweetly
in the sinking day
his red mohawk ablaze
against the sunset
his performance
is the anecdote
for restless chatter in my mind
his rhythm is attuned to me
my feathered friend is wise
he sees with broader scope
past present and future
converge within his spectrum
his harmony is a mirror
where I look to see
the reflection of my heart
and come to find it dancing