have you ever been outdoors and heard the most blithe sounding song from a bird and wondered exactly which branch in what tree it is hidden in? you close your eyes to better locate it, moving in that direction. just before reaching its location, the song abruptly ceases--silence.
the elusive little creature whom sings its little heart out when others are not near. it is hidden; it is obscured; out of sight, but still it is in mind.
i am that bird. only difference: i haven't wings and cannot fly. so this is for them.