To the Tapping Bird

To the tapping bird by KateM @ 2015-03-12 – 12:48:21 A bird taps on this window every day, Frail as flying leaves are in a gale. But now he perches on the potted bay. He feels the weather like the blind do braille. This bird is faithful and I hold him dear. He's fearless as he pecks upon the glass. We hope he has a modicum of fear, For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass? I see him like a human soul forlorn Struggling to discern his fateful way. For soon he may be taken by a storm But blithely he will eat, and after play. The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown By his example, our own way is shown