It was a breeze less day and the atmosphere was serene, I was listening to the ocean when a Mockingbird perched on my patio balcony, She appeared to be surrounded by a band of light, but the balcony was in the shade, Anyway; the little ball of feathers nodded to me and I nodded back.
She chirped a couple of notes to say hello and I chirped back that I welcomed her, I whistled a couple of lines of Amazing Grace and her little head moved back and forth, So I began to hum and to my amazement she join in the melody, I stopped and let her take center stage... what a performance I was about to encounter.
She sang such a sweet serenade, enchanting, enticing, captivating my very soul, She charmed me... she had me under her wings, I was spellbound, Our souls connected and although my eyes were wide open, we began to fly together, Upward...upward... upward; rising ever higher, higher. higher.
We began to glide on currents of air, sail through clouds, All the time, Amazing Grace sung by my little feathered soul mate, I blinked a couple of times; I was back in my chair, The Mockingbird was perched on my shoulder, She whispered, "Always respect others and be a good boy" That is what my mum always told me.
Dedicated to my Mum, who died at the tender age of Fifty-five.