David Chadwick

A poem for February 2015

 

Bird against the window

Bird against the window

Hits and falls away

Returns and hits again

Three times

“That might be your father,” you said

“Too small,” I replied.

 

But yes, I thought

It could be him.

Coming back for more

Stubbornly flailing against the pane

Picking himself up to try again

Seeing the reflection, but not the glass

 

Some birds bring messages

Some bring good luck

Some have just lost their way