Perspective

on a wing and a prayer

A note repeated, not a song to my ear. 
A statement I’m not privy to. 

I look for this one-note bird
no doubt she sees me 
but I not her.

 I, binocular.
She, monocular.

So perfectly suited for undulating flight 
through vacillating branches, 
and of her astounding ariel vision 
I surreptitiously chirp “Bird’s eye view!” 

Yet those of feather have little depth perception.