Perhaps he was a Western Screech Owl
that I heard outside our bedroom window
in the early darkness before the sun
fashioned its glorious arrival.
I cannot say with conviction,
but it is certain he proclaimed his presence
with his high-pitched toots.

And what I’d like to know…

was he aware that just before
he sang his series of notes
our alarm would,
in a matter of minutes,
sound off in its circle’s ringtone?

And did he realize at this time
when most homes on the street
have not awakened,
we make our preferred dark roast
from old faithful Mr. Coffee,
then sit together in harmony
for soft conversation?

That this routine, though understated
for some, would not be the same,

would not provide the equivalent comforting
experience if one of us was not present?

I shudder to imagine such a scenario…

because this early morning moment commenced

with the toot of our neighboring friend in nature

is happening now,

and now is where I desire to be.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com