atreesvoice

Is there anything as heartwarming as being looked in the eye by a wild animal?
I ask this after having just had the experience with a Wood Thrush.
Perhaps not what the mind conjures when hearing the title “wild animal.”
A little bird to look at, a big bird to listen to.
Its voice haunting in its beauty.
What does a bird think or feel when it sees me?
Is it only sensing a potential threat?
Or could it be seeing in me, what I see in it?
A beautiful being that enhances the world simply by being alive,
singing its song from inside out?
As I finish writing that sentence, the very bird gives a vocal salute.
Does it really matter if I am wrong in believing it is the latter?