outside of my window,
sitting on the fence
as if waiting
for someone,
or something
to come,
to happen.
He turns his head
curiously towards me,
and i smile
as if he
understands.
For a short time,
we share a moment
share a certain sadness
in our waiting
for someone,
or something
to come,
to happen
He looks around,
head jerking
to and fro,
as if trying to decide
which direction,
which wind
to carry himself on,
to float carelessly on
I would've offered a suggestion,
but I think
he made up his mind
on his own,
and disappeared from the fence
in a blur of dark feathers,
and silently
I wished him luck
in finding
what he was waiting for
what he was looking for.
