Midnight Birdsong

Late last night, nearly midnight, I heard a bird singing...... I think it was a mockingbird, judging from the variety of notes and sounds he was making up there in the trees. The bird's songs were so beautiful that I went outside and stood on the front walkway, trying to determine where the bird was. Best I could hear, the bird was in one of the trees up near the corner of the street. I was wearing pajamas and slippers, so I didn't walk further than my own sidewalk.

Sure was pretty...... and I'm just about positive it was a mockingbird. First time I've ever heard a bird singing that late at night. Do birds get insomnia? Was the bird blind, and didn't realize that he was singing by moonlight rather than sunlight? Or was the bird filled with so much song that it just had lots of notes left over after sunset?

Whatever the bird's reason, it was truly a wonderful symphony. Made even more beautiful with last night's full moon.

That last line made me remember the words on a bookmark that I used for years and years and may still have in my desk. The bookmark had a bluebird on it, and the words: "Birds do not sing because they have a reason. They sing because they have a song."

We should all have such beautiful songs.