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.