Bird Watching

I watched a fragile bird today painted black and white and gray Prancing all about me as if to dance and play. He hopped around the grassy grounds in hopes of breakfast beetles To give him strength to fly again in search of nesting twigs and needles. Not being an ornithologists or bird watcher by science or trade I did not know the name of him though still hear the sounds he made. In those moments there before us when time stood up on end And for a while did make me smile and feel like me again. For reasons I still don't understand how he captured my attention... gazing on this feathered friend Taking me to another dimension. 'til he struck gold right down below green and came up with a trinket he prized Of food for a day and words I can't say Of this wonder that took to the skies.