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...THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD BYROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAN MUST DO MORE FOR MAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE PINE TREE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 2 by THOMAS CAMPION |