One day I was looking out my window,
on a calm, cool night.
I saw a bird sitting low,
almost out of sight.
The bird was looking back and fourth,
as if watching something move.
The figure in the distance was faint,
but familiar.
Its hair and eyes were similar,
and something I recognized.
Its body shape was known,
as if it were mine.
When I could see it clearly I realized it was not a what,
but a who.
And who was the bird looking at in the distance,
why that peron was YOU!
