Duet

In all the silent woodland nothing moved
nor did the man within the sheltering pines.
He waited with expectant hope until
a tiny bird flew close. He saw the lines
of white that streaked its dusky head, and it,
confiding, bent to see the man so still -
so man watched bird and bird in turn watched him.
Unbidden then, soft notes from mouth and bill
rang through the bush – a magical duet
of man and pardalote, till each one paused…
perhaps in wonder at the splendid sound.
The man stood stunned, in awe of what he'd caused.

Remembering, he knows when man and bird
sang that duet, a miracle occurred.