my calling bird
i sat on the tree line and watched you there
crept in with the naughty squirrels
to bounce thru the grass and peer at you

making the early morning brew
tap on the widow sill
like a woodpecker
drilling for your attention

beady black eyes asking what?
to peck at your wind chime
and play you a lively tune
chirp and skitter there

then the wall came

the wall was a picket fence
to hop over
on my way in to sit
and listen to your birds sing

i could still fly over
and scamper under
delight you with my antics
yellow headed Chickadee flittering

your fate began to haunt you
it haunted me too
but the Chickadee stayed
wizened by the winter

and your bright red wings
cuddled me close from the cold
dread that was coming
Cardinal bright didn't lose the flame

but the wall became hard and high

too high and wide for me to fly over
and that yard was mine no more
sad is the birdling tempest tossed
the one who must bare the cross

of losing such a friend as you
the kindness of one so true
to happen in an instant
and my love i don't resent

that your no longer there
no matter how much i care
i only wish i knew
what became of you



the purpose of intimate partnership is for us
to midwife the perfection in others
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