Birds of Love

Oh, what a beautiful bird
That sits perched upon my window sill
I watch as it remains so still
Quietly it waits
What for, I can not tell
Unknown to me
What lays beneath the window frame
The bird,
No blame does he place
As he sits
Drawing in his pain
I hear a low chirp
Barely a cry
As I watch him close his eyes
Other birds fly past the window
Odd time of day, I thought
For a bird to sleep
The feeder was full
He couln't be starving
Not a peep did come
From him as away he flew
Not a fuss did he make
When along he came
A sailing through the air
He was on a mission
This much was clear
He did not veer away
Into the window he did flow
A loud bang
The window did not break
Out the door I ran
To find where that bird did land
There he lay
Not alone
I saw his head turn
To give her one last look
As away his soul did drift