| Nona She wears birds in her hair like others wear bows wrens, warblers, jays, cardinals, and once two young crows Hummingbirds nest in her teacups from China and her doorbell is answered by a French speaking myna In her foyer stands a silent old grandfather clock that's now home to swifts that arrive by the flock Her windows are open no matter the weather for her winged companions who pay her with feather Fine feeders and houses she crafts with great care for purple martins and swallows who come to live there On her shoulder one goldfinch who tickles her ear and whispers sweet birdsongs only Nona can hear Nona's house on the hill, from a distance, they say looks just like the birdhouses she builds to this day When she comes into town, she dresses her best long locks held by sparrows, a nest at her breast There are eggs in her pockets colored beige, blue, and white and if she stops by your shop, be careful, she might Try to pay for a purchase with bluebirds or worse with a tiny screech owl that lives in her purse The birds follow Nona like a cloud so I'm told a rainbow of feathers--a sight to behold Some say she's crazy but I think she's grand waving with a hummingbird perched on her hand I see her laughing, face turned toward the sky arms reaching to Heaven as if she too could fly No, Nona's not crazy, in fact she's quite smart she opened her windows and opened her heart To a life filled with Joy--that's what Happiness brings special delivery to Nona via feathers and wings. |
