There's a birds nest outside my window, <br />a bright white ribbon woven into it. <br />The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind. <br />The scene takes place in a barren tree, <br />ravaged by the harsh cold of autumn. <br />I see it all from the open window of my room, <br />looking out through the metal screen, <br />where a tiny insect climbs nimbly up the outside. <br />Some old lo-fi recording of a jazz tune is playing, <br />and I wonder what she's doing right now. <br /> <br />Nov.27,2006<br /><br />Seth Proch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-a-rock-feels-no-pain-and-an-island-never-cries/
