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Cockeyed Bird

Cockeyed Bird

Things that entertain my demented mind.

I saw a little Junco, pecking at his reflection today.

Wondering, what's the reason for his little display?

What was he seeing in the reflection of the window?

Was he angry at the image, or just a bit of a weirdo?

Did he not recognize the reflection was of himself?

Maybe like me, not wanting to admit age to myself.

Could it be that the insistent pecking was his way?

Him showing the reflection a compassionate array.

Surely his pecker was getting sore, from his persistence.

Little bird striking the pane, met with tough resistance.

Occasionally taking a breather, flying into a bush to reassess.

Returning, continuing the tap, tap, taping, on the shiny glass.

Perhaps I have it all wrong, could he be giving himself a smoochy kiss?

Was he oxygen deprived at birth, brain scrambled, his mind gone amiss?

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