I woke to morn, mouth open wide

yet not in feathered bed

but in a nest atop a tree

and reaching toward the sky

Perched high from ground to take the fruit

wearing but my skin of birth

abrupt and swiftly wisdom flowed

awareness taking root

I wake to morn and wonder meaning

of a message kindly sent

by some wise spirit who had appeared

while I lay deftly dreaming.

(I sketched this the morning after so I would not forget)