outside on the windowsill
the light, its reflection
gives me perfect cover to see you, watch you
your lack of awareness
does not deny my existence
it merely provides me a hiding place
you crunch the seeds
silent but busy at your task
I can but marvel at your effort
without making a sound
I still alert you to my presence
your flutter takes you away
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