Rustle-rustle

Head down and throbbing, I walked briskly along a quiet path
A long day behind me, thoughts full of woulda-coulda-shoulda
From behind and just above me, I heard a rustle-rustle-rustle
Turning, quickly, I saw him.
Dressed to impress and as he hid, he chirruped a quiet song.
And, just like that, my headache was gone.

© 2011, Liza Lee Miller.