Through the Glass
I see the jay prancing on the porch
He’s eyeing the suet at the corner
But then
He sees a shadow that is I
Beyond the other side
He waits, fearful, unsure
Pecking with short grasps
One eye on me, one on the prize
Not knowing it was I who put the prize there in the first place
I move
He flitters off
I sit back down
He returns, wary
Suspicious but needy
Wondering if the risk is worth it all
But then
Suddenly I see myself
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