I opened the window last night. Just a few inches.
After a long winter, the room felt stuffy, and I longed for smelling the cool night air and hearing the night sounds.
He started singing in the middle of the night. A long tweet, followed by short chit-chit-chit, then a whirling tune, and ending with a caw-caw-caw. Then he repeated it over and over and over again.
I closed the window and shut out the sound of the mockingbird.