an ode to the little brown bird

little brown bird
each day
I catch glimpses of you -
a shimmer of golden light
and bare ground
where you were seconds ago,
every day
I leave crumbs on the path
for you to snatch up
and dance about
for a tiny moment
before I appear in the doorway,
I try to hide myself
behind the curtains
and watch you play
hide and seek
in the ivy,
jumping jack
on the wall,
how can I tell you
how much delight
your fluttering brings me?
i capture you in thread
to linger around your
form a little longer,
and every day
I scatter crumbs
on the path.