an attentive bobbing
in the bush
incessant
craning from side to side
from every angle
being wholly in the world
nervous in appearance only
it did not understand my purpose
and i had not the language
with which to tell it
there was no threat
as it flew away
and i was left to love it
for its caution
flying away from ourselves
without the language
to communicate our purpose
all too often a threat
… in appearance only
and we are left
to love each other
from a distance
across a great
and - all too often - tragic divide