Birds gently woke me this morning,
as if kindly kissing my cheek and singing,
  "Wake up! Wake up Lady Annabelle!"

On my walk, these feathered beings
     flew all around me, circling,
in front, behind, hopping at my feet,
perched on the mailbox a foot away,
         high above my head.
   How did they know I needed
       a flock of birds today!
     One bird I see as sacred.
This morning...
           I must be in heaven.

  Wouldn't it be bliss to wake each morning
to birds kindly kissing my cheek and singing,

  "Wake up! Wake up Lady Annabelle!"