small, jittery, sparrowlike bird-
(i've no idea what to call it, save small and jittery and sparrowlike.)
perched for one moment,
ever so briefly,
atop the sill of my open window.
he seemed curious as to what I might be writing.
he caught my attention,
and then my eye,
and he was gone.
i wonder what assessment he made regarding my words?
i'm writing about him now;
maybe he'll come back and see for himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Them birds are smart - you never know