i imagine my great grandmother had a bird

i imagine my great grandmother had a bird
that mornings would perch on her windowsill
and sing her sweet songs of the rising sun
to wake her with the rays of the blessed birdsong

and i imagine mouse would keep her eyes closed
but sigh, stretch, and smile and welcome her friend
to continue as the sun smoothes over her eyes
sweet is the birdsong to wake her with grace

and the bird loves to sing, for mouse loves to hear
and to be woken with birdsong, she cherishes dear.