I caught a bird

I caught a bird
with a peculiar beak.
She chortled and chirped
while she sat by my table
and as
she flitted around
with drunken abandon
I admired her until
I reached out,
caught her,
and took her home.

She slept in my bed
and we talked until sunrise
in a conversation I cannot recall.

The next morning I took her
back to where I found her
and popped it into drive and
pulled away.

A bittersweet morning
after a very long evening
with a very peculiar bird.