a bird on my windowsill
Eyes, burnished
dew-damp, peering
brightly calculating.
Perfect balance
hold your own, small thing
tiny feet clasp catch clutch
click along
wings, flirt and flutter
snap out like the sails
of a boat at sea.
For a brief moment
I observe, still, silent
until
she sees me
light-lit feathers ruffle,
she is gone
with a flash of blue.
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