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Behind the Glass

Behind the Glass

a little

brown bird

flew down

and landed

at my window

but never saw me

sitting there

staring back

through tinted glass

I thought him beautiful

no ruffled feathers

he looked brand new

so alert and curious and unafraid

and if he was cold

it never showed

10 seconds went by

before he took off

searching for the little brown bird

he saw in a window

and heard sing

TL

Published inPoetry