On Saturday,November Third On Saturday,November third, Outside my window perched a bird. He sat there frozen for a week. He did not move,nor did he speak. I stared at him.He stared right back- With wide hypnotic eyes pitch-black. I yelled at him to fly,to flee. But he just smiled and winked at me. He failed to even shake a feather Through all the varieties of weather. And then at last he flew away- I will never forget that day. It was Thursday.the eighth of May. I screamed out loud,"Hoorah,hooray!"
He came back Friday.August third. It`s sad how much I hate that bird.