Who Is Outside?
by Jodie Davidson
I see you through the glass
I can’t hear any sound
Your feathers are multicoloured
You start to move around
You have funny extra toes
At the end of pointy feet
Lifting quickly up and down
To a very peculiar beat
When you begin to flap
Those spindly looking wings
Your beak opens and shuts
And your feathers start to swing
I wait for you to rise
Up high into the air
But you stay flat on the ground
And all I can do is stare
I ease a little closer
And softly I hear you tweet
A pretty little tune
To match your dancing feet
I open my small eyes wide
And take another step
I stretch my short neck forward
Then all of a sudden… ‘WACK’
That stupid piece of glass
That separates you from me
I’m going back to my home
I’ll watch you from my tree
- This poem was highly commended in the 12th Kathleen Julia Bates Memorial Writing Competition.
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