A bird chirped
Up in the tree
And leaned forward
To look at me
Its frosty stare
Its knowing look
Searched my heart-
An open book
Its pretty wings
Flashed in the sun
Its haughty gaze
Deceived no one
I stared at it
For quite some time
Until somewhere
A clock did chime
Gathering my senses
I hastened away
Wondering what had
Compelled me to stay
But yet the scene
I clearly remember
That did occur
Last September.