On the list of things to do today
(compose three works of genius,
two works of adequosity, one work of dreck,
wash glasses, change socks, eat lunch),
I did not place bird-watching anywhere near the top
or on the list at all.

But on the completed list
there bird-watching sits,
as the Bluebird and the Robin Redbreast
were both competing for resources
at the bird-feeder beyond the window
I peered through this morning.

I assumed they were a Bluebird and a Redbreast,
based on their respective colorations,
and the flyers did nothing to correct me
in my guesses.

The birds were pretty.

This act of bird-watching will not, I think,
become a regular act for me
as this window will not be one I will regularly visit
but as I pass it
I shall venture to view its contents, I suspect,
and welcome the beauty herein.

Why not take advantage of such features
when you come upon them?