While you were out wandering

[utopianlife]

I imagine you are a bird, somehow,
Perched atop the highest tree.
Your wings curled in by your sides,
You knees in a crouch, as if ready to take flight at any second.
I imagine you watching, over your beak,
Down at me wandering in worry;
Searching for you and calling your name.
You smirk,
Proud of your quiet hiding place,
And just watch me worry and wander.
You're smug and arrogant;
I'll never find you -
I cannot fly.
I give up and wander home,
Reminding myself that you're probably fine.
You take off and fly over the treetops,
Free.
Away from me.