I watched
a preening robin
on my windowsill
today.
Looking around,
it watch itself from
every angle
scratching at feathers.
It did not flinch
at me behind the glass &
I felt there was some
sort of a connection
of some sorts.
Never once
did I consider
this beautiful creature
a narcissus,
it was only
taking
care if itself.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
I watched
a preening robin
on my windowsill
today.
Looking around,
it watch itself from
every angle
scratching at feathers.
It did not flinch
at me behind the glass &
I felt there was some
sort of a connection
of some sorts.
Never once
did I consider
this beautiful creature
a narcissus,
it was only
taking
care if itself.
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