Winking at me with a
bold, black eye,
the bird with the
garish yellow coat
hopped outside my
window.
Flirtatious and
cheeky,
as though we were old
friends and this
moment our reunion,
he strolled closer.
Beak to glass,
hand to heart,
I held my breath,
hoping and hopeful
he would settle on
that sill
But noting our
differences,
a chasm between us,
he flew away,
joining avian revelries
at a backyard feeder.
Exhaling a sigh,
I keened his loss
between
sips of coffee,
wishing for fluency
in bird –
a “thank you,” for
stopping.
