I called to it

That bird looking at me from behind my window

Through my window and into me

Is it me?

It is still there

Refuses to move

I get scared

To scare it off

A sight so dark

Sudden movement to go higher up

Moves to a closer one

I can’t see it anymore

But I know

It is there

A while after

Three come by

Two sideways went

And one stays in front

Is it I?

Is it the one?

It stays and lingers

Lowered and warm

And stares