I had trouble sleeping last night, so I worked on a project of writing poems in response to collages by Tony Fitzpatrick. One of the collages has a blackbird or starling in the center; another one has a bird also but it is titled "Grackle." So, I went to sleep wondering if the first bird were a starling or a Grackle also. I dreamed of sitting on the floor and a dark colored bird, a starling perhaps, was staring up at me and we seemed to be mind melding in some way; waves of empathetic feeling between us. The bird was very aware and intelligent. I felt like the bird was like my baby.