White sheets with the contrast of wild brown curls.
I hear the crows cackling outside my cracked window.
Their caws seep in with the refreshing breeze,
that gives fresh circulation to the 
stagnant air of my room.

I hear the birds chirping,
the robin calling to it’s mate,
chirping delight at it’s precious eggs nestled under it’s warm plumage.
The chickadee’s tiny chipper flutter outside my window, hopping and flitting from branch to branch.

This is the world we live in, and we can’t understand a single word of it.