| A Voyeur Confesses When I get home, I enjoy a bedtime cigarette I lean against the post and take in my surroundings A few stars that shine brighter than street lamps Sometimes the lazy moon in the corner of my eye The glass and construction and the work crews My shoes, damn do I need a new pair That's when I notice the feeding tree Someone has left crumbs and saltines at the base The red brick is littered with white dots It's obvious that birds know where to get free food Such evidence as seeds and their droppings I get to my apartment and look outside To see the sparrows huddled on rooftops Next to the warm exhaust and elevator housing I notice the lovers A pair birds apart from the flock They are not scurrying around the vents Curiously, they drop the meal in the center Like an offering, perhaps an acknowledgment They peck at their feet, eating the other's crackers After stuffing themselves, they come together Laying their heads upon each other's shoulder The wind blows strong and they shiver That draws them even closer I could swear they breath a heavy sigh Huddled together, bellies full, content And never a word was spoken |