It’s like the bird is taunting me

It’s like the bird is taunting me

Singing its songs

Knowing I’ll walk aimlessly

It’s like the bird is taunting me

I try to get close

It flies to another tree

It’s not like I can climb it

For hours I walk for a sighting

Finally I find it

Standing on top the snag

The bird isn’t taunting me

It’s flying for food

I’m there to admire its rhythm