A Bird In the Tree

Twas a bird in the tree across the street staring at me from the uppermost limb It seemed he was intently watching me perhaps as curious of me as I of him I think he was squawking profanities though I wasn’t sure of his tweets and hoots It appeared that he might be the jealous sort envious of me in my fur coat and warm boots I’m pretty sure it was envy he felt from the sad look I could see on his face For he had naught but feathers to warm him and no way to escape winter’s embrace We both decided it was time to leave As I could feel the day getting colder I stood to leave and felt his parting gift splatter across my new coat’s shoulder