A Bird outside the Office

A bird outside the office

Was tapping on the window glass.

I whistled, and she cocked her head

As if in protest of that crass

And unrefined endeavor

To signal I would like to know

Her better.

Still, she sang, her eyes aglow,

Then fluttered off the ledge to go

About her day, with me behind.

I wish I knew what words she said,

For something in my heart has realigned.

 

This poem was inspired by the birds that sometimes land on the ledge outside the window at my office. Occasionally, they do tap on the glass, and I might whistle in some ill-conceived attempt to communicate. I think they notice - but I'm not really sure what they think about the noise they're hearing.