Poetry / look! a bird in my window

there is a bird on my window,
black, white, shadow
two wings and well sharp mind
just looking at me Through that fine glass

i wonder its thoughts
it looks at me, no its laughing at the wind
his sound is fine yet so full of wisdom
you are tempted to close the damn window.

once i come closer, a shadow is all its left
moving from north to south
its as if an orchestra is about to start.
now there is not a bird in my window
but the memory of its mighty anthem.

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