Bird darting across my windshield as I drive, what are you trying to tell me? Speak up. I'm entitled to know. How often do you have to dart past without telling me, forcing me to guess? Guess what? Dip your wings in a promise, but it has happened so fast I can't be sure. I can look for good fortune in the next few days and I can also look for signs of misfortune, to guard myself against further encroachment on my life, so I'm adequately prepared by you, my windshield bird, but let me know one day in which guess I am right. I'll wait and be cautious all the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM |