For Ms K. (Grade 5)

One spring morning
I thought I heard
The playful trilling
Of a bird
 
I looked around
And there it sat, still
Perched lightly on
The windowsill
 
It peered at me
With deep brown eyes
​Then away it turned
With another cry
 
It cocked its head
And spread its wings
It trilled again
With a quiet ring
 
It turned once more
And away it soared
The wind that carried it
Silently roared
 
I watched it fade
Craning my neck
Until it shrank
Down to a speck
 
And as it vanished
Forevermore
I couldn’t help
But open the door
 
And feel the breeze
So cool and light
And watch the trees
Oh, what a sight!