Nesting on a branch outside my window
There are very few in this neighborhood
Of concrete steel and cracked sidewalks
Undisturbed by the constant drone of traffic
She sings the smells of a small world
Part harsh part skim
I wonder if she's considering winters frost
Branches snapping angry bark
Divide and separate from mothers arms
Will she be safe from the sound
Of fear percolating vitriol
Shivers of hopelessness
Has taken hold
Take a good long look
Bird outside my window
Still singing