The Finch is Awake

I woke to hear the little finch’s chirps
I don’t know why she wasn’t fast asleep
I think of all the things the night usurps
But know it gives me dreams I like to keep
I also like the little finch’s noise
Although I wish she’d meet me in her dreams
I know that when she hears me, she enjoys
My words.  They bring her comfort, so it seems
She flitted through my dreams, within her home
A place I love to be, in dreams or real
Experience.  They’re both a golden dome
There’s nothing there she wants me to conceal!
But even far away, I hear her tweet
She isn’t fast asleep, but god, she’s sweet!

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