Perhaps They Aren'T Listening At All Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Do birds hear our laughter?
Do they wonder what the joke was?
Could they tell how cheesy it was
By our sideways smiles and broken chuckles?
Could the birds see me seeing me in her eyes,
And hoping it could be more than just a reflection?
Do they wish their talons were soft
So that they might toy with her hand;
Fingers chasing and overlapping as mine did?
Did birds hear her giggle softly
When I was too afraid to kiss her without asking?
Can the birds upon the wire that hangs above the intersection
Hear me laughing and smiling to myself,
Remembering when she was briefly mine?