can such things be

Strolling in the garden of my father.
Paddy Pup rummaging in the hedge.
I stand and begin to say the rosary prayer.
The sorrowful mysteries.
Robin lands on a branch of the apple tree beside me.
He ruffles his feathers and sings.
His song is sweet beyond sweetness.
We pray together.
Back in the house I tell the Dad.
"The robin just prayed the rosary with me," sez I.
The Dad harrumphs Daddily.
"He was probably just marking his territory," quoth he.
"I don't think he was," I murmur slowly.