tap-a-tap-tap says the window. curious, i peer out our sliding glass door. A cardinal, its chest puffed out and its red body perched on a chair, taps its beak on our window. all day and all night, a faint tap-a-tap-tap floods throughout the house. My sister says it's because our windows are showing his reflection and he's trying to assert dominance. But i know better. my late great-grandmother, Bestemor (which means grandmother in Norwegian) loved cardinals. This cardinal, red with springtime, tap-a-tap-tap-ing on our window? its her, coming to say hello and check in to make sure we're all okay.
the cardinal hasn't been back. She must be satisfied.