I looked up from my reading this morning

Through glass, in warmth and reading light

Book in hand deep in poetry.

I saw you staring at me through the window

You startled me at first with your intense calmness.

I was brought into a new consciousness

Orange red puff ball

With your triangular hat topped off with crimson feather

Eyes surrounded by thick, black eyeliner

Beak in orange, opening and closing;

Sitting in the crab apple tree with outstretched snowy limbs.

Stop, wonder, contemplate me

You seemed to say.

You sat there for the longest time face to face,

Then you turned your back on me and sat some more

Lingering, not in any hurry to fly away

Until a companion stopped by and you disappeared.

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