stopped by birdcall

caught in the twilight by birdsong
first foot stepped down on the stones between the house and the laundry room
single high piping note from just off over my left should snags me first
listen, pause, search the trees, listen, home in on the tone, there she is on the fence - Towhee singing
the rest of the chorus comes alive as I was focused on the single repeating call
dusty blue sky, trees darkening to silhouettes
when I can't see the soloist anymore, I finish my dozen pace walk to my front door