A bird becomes aware of another in the sky.
Free to adjust the flightpath
Free to sing out with unclear meaning as they near.
There'll be no evidence of their meeting
and no call to remember a detail.

I see it all from my window.
You have a better view but you can see what I see.
Into blue or starry skies, overcast or clear
wirelessly my thoughts fly out hopeful
of the faintest significance being met.