Teatime with a Feathered Friend

While savoring the green tea that had just finished boiling in the pot,

I made myself cozy and waited to take a sip, as it was still far too hot.

 

Takeing a deep breath I was starting to enjoy  this self imposed suspension.

When something  outside demanded my attention.

 

I witnessed a bird gently land upon my window sill.

With his chest puffed out, he released an enormous shrill.

 

At first his presence was disturbing, as I had left the porthole open.

I almost panicked, until I noted that one of its legs was broken.

 

Perched on a single foot, he powerfully squawked and threw a fit.

I approached with caution,  I had no intention to motivate him to split.

 

Upon closer examination, I found his leg had not been cracked.

It just so happen, this was a feature he simply lacked.

 

 He wore his feather proudly, for they were brighter than sun.

I've never seen another bird like him, never a one.

 

His bravery is evident in his existence.

It's becoming harder to keep my distance.

 

Captivated by the moment, I feel a deep connection.

Is it possible that I'm present for this creature's resurrection?

 

A sudden twist of his miniature neck, we are now locking eyes.

A staring contest, for the winner there is no prize.

 

Removed from reality, our souls begin to dance.

We know all about each other, from a simple glance.

 

Abruptly, the front door flies open, slamming into the wall.

They kids run in, as if they're ready for a brawl.

 

Before I can rebound from this prompt distraction,

My companion has already chosen to take action.

 

He is gone.

 

My face is drawn.

 

I take my position back on the couch.

I miss him already, as I comfortably slouch.

 

I wonder if we will have an encore of this event.

Rekindle our spirits, sedating life's anxieties to some extent.  

Author's Note

Rough Draft, suggestions welcomed.