I watch the bird on my balcony beam,
Early morning, it’s lively, it seems.
Sipping my coffee, I sit in my chair,
Fingers untangling splits in my hair.

My gaze follows the bird, so small and light,
Flying here and there, an endless flight.
When I step inside to set my cup down,
It darts to a tree, searching around.

A twig in its beak, it returns once more,
To build a nest on the AC’s core.
But each time it places the twig with care,
It tumbles down through the air.

I...