a star, a star, dancing in the night

There are so many birds on the back patio right now that I literally can't count them.  Every time I try, one flits from point A to point B or a new bird joins the gang.  They hop around pecking at the seed the blue jays routinely spill; they perch, two at a time, on the feeder; they thread their way through the largely leaf-free clematis vine that climbs along the edge of the overhang. 

I like to think of the "star, dancing in the night," as a little like one of these birds -- eternally active, a little unpredictable, and flitting about with joy at the bounty before it.  That star knows it's signaling the arrival of Goodness and Light -- Light that is eternally active, a little unpredictable, and bountiful beyond any human measure.