on the sill, peering in.
a grey
brown dove
of some sort
with fluttering wings,
and dots
of black.
she prances along
pecking at the glass.
we stare
at each other,
but don't speak.
what words would
we say
to one another?
none that i can think of.
so i leave her to it.
work awaits.
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