the yellow bird

the bright yellow bird
looks out of place
in these grey woods,
darting about with the lowly
sparrow,
the nervous fidget
of cardinals
and blackbirds
slow to move, greased
dark, asleep
on any wire.
but these yellow
birds, exotic in color,
puffs of
feathery confection.
quick winged
and barely still long
enough for you
to fathom
holding one in your
hand for even a second.
and yet you are attracted
to such beauty,
as most
men are.