Holiday Messenger

You’re an unusual little bird

With mottled brown and black plumage,

Flying in through the kitchen window

Three times now this week.

You’ve created quite a stir this Christmas Eve;

That’s the broom my mom is grabbing for,

Mistaking the tufts of feathers on your head for horns.

You, with the round, yellow chromatic eyes,

Festooning the Christmas tree, are unmistakably

The best happy holiday card ever sent to me.

Here! Spread your wings and fly.

You start a typhoon as you fly about

Before finally passing through the open door,

My mother coming into the room,

Carrying, yes,

The broom.