little bird

I would be the little yellow bird.

The one who moved into the birdhouse this spring.

Because I think she is like me.

She is shy.

A bit of a loner.

She rarely shows herself.

She doesn’t want to impose.

And she just knows.

Instinctively.

Just like she knew her home.

The one I placed 4 years ago.

And no one came.

No one, but she.

Because she knew.

Little bird, you are me.

And I am you.