From his water-laden branch,
Hidden among protective leaves,
The chickadee stares down
At the strange cyclops below;
His grasp on the limb
Is tenuous at best,
Close enough for details
Distanced for quick escape.
The one-eyed beast is calm,
Open to new connections,
Seeking only an audience
With his avian companion.
Words are unspoken, unnecessary,
As a bond is formed
In the hush of gentle rain,
Whispers of waving branches
Broken only by buzz-clicks
Of monocular blinks.
For this instant, this
Sodden, frozen moment,
Relationships are formed,
Connections are made,
Eventually to dissolve
Into photographic memory,
But vitally important
Both to he and to me,
Shared in wonder and awe.