You dash from the fir tree

to the sideview mirror

of the big red truck by

the lake. You hover, steal

a look, then flit away,

in your excitement, 

leaving a memento of 

yourself on the door.

On and on you peek

and peck, then dash 

away to a branch.

Are you really that

vain or do you see

a potential partner, 

shying away when

she gets too close?

I wonder how long it 

will take before you

see your error, or will

it end when the fishermen

take out and load their

boats and drive away.

In that moment will

you lament the loss

of a possible love or will

you recognize that you

were seeing yourself?