"Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away."

One day unforeseen, a stray bird lingered long outside my window.

I took it for but another passerby, or a blood??thirsty plunderer alike.

As I prepared to yield quietly, letting life resume its usual course,

its fluttering shadow kept lingering before my eyes.

I wondered whether I should shatter the calm rhythm of my old heart to welcome its arrival,

or suppress and still the surging tides within me.

In the end, I chose to accept it.

I know not if this choice of sinking into it is right.

All I know is, a corner of my inner self has become its nest.