with thoughts preoccupied
I stared blankly outside
my 12th floor window
not really aware
how the sun and clouds
made merry pictures
against less than blue skies
the occasional irate driver
blasting his horn
indignant at this cumbersome halt
hardly broke into
the meandering motions of my brain
straight ahead in line with with my gaze
is a white wall of the building opposite
interspersed with blue metal lattice
hiding ugly knick knacks of long
occupied office premises
for a better view
I crane my neck forward and look right
and there before me the artificial greens
peppered with noon time golfers
as sunlight glints off the ripples in the pond
out of the corner of my eye
I catch a distracting motion
and with some deliberation
I look left
there behold on the outer sill
a feathered creature
dirty brown
with a tuft of yellow upon its chest
what piercing disdain
from those ruby red eyes
I am not convinced
that this winged creature
acknowledged my uninvited stare
as it tried to inconspicuously preen
hopping to some trance like tune
then there it was
right before me
separated by glass
rudely holding each others' gaze
almost a stand off
we each
refused to look away
and as if in disgusted dismissal
it gave me one last up down
chest puffed out
spread its wings
took flight
following the wind
such arrogance
such freedom
it made me for a moment
wish
I too could spread my wings
and fly
I stared blankly outside
my 12th floor window
not really aware
how the sun and clouds
made merry pictures
against less than blue skies
the occasional irate driver
blasting his horn
indignant at this cumbersome halt
hardly broke into
the meandering motions of my brain
straight ahead in line with with my gaze
is a white wall of the building opposite
interspersed with blue metal lattice
hiding ugly knick knacks of long
occupied office premises
for a better view
I crane my neck forward and look right
and there before me the artificial greens
peppered with noon time golfers
as sunlight glints off the ripples in the pond
out of the corner of my eye
I catch a distracting motion
and with some deliberation
I look left
there behold on the outer sill
a feathered creature
dirty brown
with a tuft of yellow upon its chest
what piercing disdain
from those ruby red eyes
I am not convinced
that this winged creature
acknowledged my uninvited stare
as it tried to inconspicuously preen
hopping to some trance like tune
then there it was
right before me
separated by glass
rudely holding each others' gaze
almost a stand off
we each
refused to look away
and as if in disgusted dismissal
it gave me one last up down
chest puffed out
spread its wings
took flight
following the wind
such arrogance
such freedom
it made me for a moment
wish
I too could spread my wings
and fly
