dark bird

i'm glad that the bird
who flies
into my
living room window
is okay.
i hear the thud
against the glass,
see the shadow of
him fall.
he's outside
on the patio,
lying there still
for a moment before
getting up
and dizzily flying
away again.
is it
his own reflection
that draws him into
himself,
is there something
inside
that he wants?
or is he just tired
of being a bird
and trying to get to
the next life?