LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW

Before she left
she fed the birds.
She fed HER birds
for though I watch the birds
I do not feed them.
They did what birds are apt to do
around their feeders —
peck then pick a seed
and fly away.
And I was mesmerized
until quite suddenly
the birds all disappeared —
they vanished from my sight —
perhaps in fright
of something I’d not seen.
I waited for awhile
then transferred my interest
and started watching branches
playing with the wind —
that was compelling, too.
But soon the shadows of the night
began to steal most everything in sight
and then I only saw myself
reflected in the window.
The lamp behind me
revealed a man far older
than I think I am.

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