Bird

Damn you, wretched bird,
Foul creature of the air.
Too long you have haunted me,
Tracing my every step.
I have answered your knock;
I have seen your black,
Reminding me of past mistakes,
And unchased dreams.
Just today, you showed yourself again,
Slowly stepping behind me,
Coyly pecking the ground,
Hoping your motive would not be seen.
But I know you too well.
Nothing pleasant in you can be found.
Knock no more upon my door.