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
Winter’s frost
Branches snapping
Angry bark
Divide and separate from
Mothers’ arms
Will she be safe from the
Sounds of vitriol
Shivers of hopelessness
Have taken hold
Take a good long look
Bird outside my window
Still singing
