quiet time

a single
bird
sits on the sill
outside
your house.
she never
moves when you walk
by.
never flutters
a wing
or opens it's beak
to speak.
you lean down
to look closer.
to see if it's
injured. it's
wing
broken or a claw
disfigured.
but nothing.
the bird sits there
still as
the brick
it rest upon.
quietly
you go back into
the house.
we all need to
rest and do nothing
sometimes.