I watched
 as the tiny bird
 sunned herself,
 smack-dab in the center 
 of my doormat.
 Why not?
 With its decorative bristles,
 it probably is the most comfortable spot around.
 Her eyes were closed
 and her face was pointed towards the sun.
 She basked peacefully 
 in the warmth of that moment,
 thinking nothing of the bills I needed to pay
 or the doctor’s visit I had later that day.
 She just sat there,
 contented,
 unafraid,
 and
 nourished
 by the love of the sun.
 I never thought I’d pray
 to be 
 just 
 like 
 a 
 bird.