The little yellow bird

Saturday morning I was awakened to a tapping at my bedroom window.  I thought, maybe, perhaps, a vampire was trying to get in to watch me sleep and then fall in love with me.  When I parted the blinds to confront my destiny, I found only a warm-blooded tiny little life in the form of a petiteyellow bird with bright, dark brown eyes feverishly flitting and pecking at the glass.  She seemed more surprised to see me than I was her and moments after we locked eyes, she rapidly flew away.  FIve minutes passed and I again heard the same, frantic tapping, this time at my bathroom window and I still could not let her in and again she departed. I think, perhaps, that this was my same tiny friend from a few years back,who so desperately tried to enter my kitchen.  I think it is time to erect a birdhouse in the yard.