little bird

I once looked out my window,
A bird was flailing there.
I went and closed the blinds though,
Then sat back upon my chair.
The bird still waited, clicking
At my window. I ignored
This obtrusive visitor who, keeping
me from my studies, I deplored.
What could I do, let it in?
That would be unwise, a mistake
just waiting to begin.
This little bird managed to captivate
my mind, overpowering my imagination.
Is this some flier of God?
Or a fowl devil's advocate
come to tell me impending doom is near?
Not, it is but a Chickadee, looking for food,
Which I was sorry I could not give.