Wood Carvings (Poetry)

There’s a bird way up high
in a storm-beaten tree
and he twitters and chirps
like he’s talking to me

My window is open
to sounds the night brings
the wind in the branches
the whisper of wings

and this commentary given
by one feathered friend
flows it full circle
notes shiver and blend

then settle like balm
and the meaning comes good
from the heart of the forest
words carved in the wood