The Bird On The Telephone Pole Poem by Bron Dayvid

There's a bird on the telephone pole
Through the window behind the trees
It gazes into my soul
A finch I believe

The bird on the telephone pole
Must surely be cold
It is months before spring
Indicates the snow

The bird on the telephone pole
Has been there on that telephone pole
For quite a while
The other birds flock
He waits before he prowls
Could be she
That is the bird on the telephone pole
A diva much too tired to fly
Awaiting a mate of perfect grace to take the sky

How could something so wonderful seem so effortless
I envy that bird on the telephone pole
The patient wind author
And not a second later it mocks me with its elegant departure


O where O where
O where will u go
Mysterious bird from the telephone pole