Bird shit
Bird shit on my windscreen
I don’t want to see it
But to my eye,
it’s always seen
the unfortunate coincidence
So exactly on mark
Same spot, chosen by the bird
And, by me to park
I drove along
Distracted
and a bit irritated
By how the bird destroyed my day
Deep down I knew
But never acknowledged
That for this act of omission
nothing the bird could do or say
Yet it remained in my mind
Therefore in my sight
Making me miss the blue skies
And the lovely day, so bright
And then
The music played
And I watched the stain
Glide across the sky in tune
I watched the blotch
Travel with me
Guiding me through the turns
songs of mine, I heard it croon
Slowing me down
To a leisurely pace
Making conversation
Of thing I needed to say
I never said a thing
Yet it silently heard
Every feeling
Every unsaid word
A friend I made
In a unexpected situation
Moving from a negative
To a positive orientation
We reached our destination
It remained steadfast in my frame
Suddenly well recognised
Maybe without a name
I knew it will be washed off
Obliterated without a trace
I will not see it tomorrow
On my windscreen, it’s stipulated space
I should not be missing it
But I feel I will, somehow
You see, the bird shit on the windscreen
Was a friend of mine now
My Tales Within 