small bird.

I reached the sunny peak
of the lighthouse once more.

I saw a small bird
We stared at each other as he finished nibbling his berry.
He jumped back and forth:
one eye on me —
strange, hunched creature with wide eyes and an even wider hat —
and the other focussed to select his next tasty morsel.

He stops still.

Tiny, brown, gold-flecked wings
that revealed a flash of brilliant green
as he rose to continue exploring parts of the world
I would never see.

I think, ‘he seemed like a ‘he’. But then I never got a chance to ask.’

damn.
life of a spy.

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