/   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2012

By Sarah Wood

I would spend those bored hours,
Peering through the wire mesh screen,
Waiting for something worthy of a smile.

He zoomed, an invisible blur,
Until he hovered at my window,
His ruby throat aflame,

And his wings a cloudy shimmer.
His eyes waiting,
Holding mine.

It seemed for hours,
As the hand ticked slowly, softly in the corner,
We watched, wary,

Until a small green streak,
He disappeared.

Curiosity Sarah Wood

Sarah Wood, 12
Seattle, Washington

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