Stepped out onto the back deck.
My head brushed the nearby wind chime.
I don't know whom was more startled
by the sudden sound breaking with the early light--
the tiny brown bird that bolted out of a flower pot, or me.
Standing only a foot from the flower pot
I looked and with my head turned at just the right angle,
I saw two white speckled eggs
at the bottom of a deep hole in the discarded pot.
Could not get a focus on the nearly hidden eggs
in this little earthen womb. The little mother came back after a time.
I'm being extra careful now not to head butt
St Francis with his skirt of bells. Selah!