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.
Seattle, Washington
