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.