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.’
life of a spy.