Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Unconditional The thud was clear And unmistakable As the titmouse struck The just cleaned sliding Glass door, it lay Small movements, Shuddering down the Length of her wings, Not understanding Why her progress so Abruptly stopped, Just moments before She was flying high In love with Her new found Life-mate, time Spent sharing a moment A passion, a sensual Flight across the boundaries Of space – connecting/sharing, Yet he turned away, Turned away at the last Moment unexpectedly, practically As wont his need For caution - leaving The titmouse Post collision To collect Her wits and realize That everyone does Not hazard the risk of Free flight, sensual passion And the joy of time spent… And sometimes, it’s hazards Unconditionally poet