In awe,

I look at that bird.

What is her umwelt?

What does life mean to her?

What am I to her?

Does she do poetry?

If yes, what kind of?

When could I understand,

& appreciate it?

When could us both,

Share our imaginations?

How?

Why not?

How awe-inspiring would it be?

Yet this isn’t the least,

The awe in which,

I look at that bird.