A Daily Guest...
A Daily Guest...
Be it summer or winter,
He's an everyday visitor,
Sitting by the window sill,
Looking hale with a tinge of thrill.
He's free to fly,
In the high blue skies,
He probably tries,
To tell me tales of who, when and why.
But when I sneak up on him,
He's scared and appears grim,
Flies away to safety on a whim,
Only to come back the next day,
To watch me from far away.