The Business of Birds

Black Bird
spread his wings
he’d bow he’d dance
with his own reflection
so irresistible to him
so fascinating
he’d caw calling
his elusive friend in the glass
hops tempting to fly
fly high yet in sight
floating on heat currents
lazy lonely circles
but he always returns
to seek more
from his image
in my window
wanting it to be a real
true love
wanting to hear
the silent returning caw

jas

I love black birds, crows and ravens.
They are intelligent and seem so wise
but really they are innocent
wanting mostly friendship
with others of their kind
so much so that they see
their own reflection
as a possible friend to flirt with
and tempt to love
to talk and fly.

Judith A. Sears
©07/07/2018