I got home and walked outside.
Asked where my animal friends were.
Within seconds six magpies flew low.
Close enough to feel the air shift.
They circled once.
Landed on the grass in front of me.
Then they began to warble.
Not at me exactly. But near me.
We forget we're part of something.
That connection doesn't require language.
That showing up is sometimes enough.
You speak to the world and most days it stays silent.
But sometimes it answers.
Not with words.
With wings.
With a sound that says we heard you.