A bird outside my window,
hummingbird-like
darts from tree
to tree.
Wood stained breast
pale
in the afternoon light
boldly outlined
in a black shimmering cloak.

I see the dark beak
pointing the way.
I hear the song
and I understand,
the words
they escape me.

There’s one tree
decorated
in tiny white flowers,
this tree
it avoids,
always looking,
peering,
intently,
steering clear.

I see this bird,
I realize
we are
the same.