I see you each morning,

throwing your feathered self

against my window,

seeking entrance within

these four walls.

This is not your home,

you belong to the clouds.

I wept the day I found you,

your small soft body

quiet and still

beneath my window.

No more would the incessant tapping

of hard beak on harder glass

tear at my heart.

You are free now,

free to fly among the clouds.

And now, each time I see

a beautiful bird

perched with inquizitive glance,

I will remamber you ,

and miss you

forever again.