A bird spoke to me, I heard it so clearly
last Tuesday. I knew that the message was meant
for my ears alone. Not the tweet or the chirp
or the screech of bird call, but words -- words
in English -  proper English yet - directing me
to come quickly into the woods, there to meet
bird's friend, Mr. Bear. "It's a secret," he said.
"Don't tell anyone, just bring yourself and try
to dress up for once. You look a bit sloppy."
 Don't tell anyone? A secret meeting 
with a bear in the forest? Who would believe
me anyway? I dithered for hours, then 
decided to go, in my new dirndl skirt and
appliquéd vest, proper clothes for a funeral,
if I met my demise. I entered the woods
slowly, wondering if/when I should turn back.
But suddenly he was there, and to my surprise,
Mr. Bear was not a bear at all, but a perfect
red-haired specimen of a gentleman, and
he had been searching for me. Once I was found,
we decided to wed on a fine spring day -
April 14, to be exact. And how I wanted
to find that bird in order to say thank you,
but, you know, birds don't understand English, 
and, of course, I do not speak bird.

This oddball offering was inspired by the Miz Quickly prompt for today, which is too complicated to summarize here. The title "Clandestine" is from a Taylor Swift song, as suggested by the NaPoWriMo prompt.