Three brown birds assemble on the lichen covered granite
small flecked brown with pale red legs-
siskins maybe – flock birds content in company,
new to the place, surveying the amenities-
mi casa, su casa, my friends.
They sit comfortably in a line, a foot apart,
until one lifts into the wind
before my window
spreading its tail revealing yellow
like a kite pulled vertical
using not losing the wind
for some purpose unknown to me
but demanding intent even machismo perhaps.
For a moment I glimpse a world
as large as a bird.