stopping by

a bird,
not just any bird,
but a thimble
of bright yellow,
a stripe of black,
a few ounces
of fluttering wings
and beak,
stopped by on the sill
to peer in.
just a second
of its time
to look and see
what you were up to.
you wished it had
stayed longer.
but things come and
go so quickly now.
this world
being fast.