We can hear him, but we can’t see him.
His song is so happy to be alive
like he’s kissing the light of his song.
If you do see an indigo bunting,
your brain turns blue, and you take flight.

My wife does a good indigo bunting.
She’s great with birdsong in general.
Ducks will follow us down a canal.
It always make me laugh to recall.
She kisses the light of being alive.