A red house finch sat in a small tree and sang out.
I heard him and saw him just in time.
We looked at each other and for a while we just stared.
"Hi Dad." I said as he hopped down the branch.
He cocked his head to one side to look at me.
"I miss you," I said smiling to him waiting to hear his song again.
The bird hopped down the tree branch and didn't sing again while I waited.
I smiled and hoped someone would come by so I could share this moment with them.
No one came.
"Daddy, I have no one to share with."
This morning I heard a red finch sing.