she’s robining ashiver perched
upon a telephone wire. Height and stillness
may offer scope to hunt that flight often misses.
Preening feathers sometimes can provide
a scant iota of warmth and work
to shed some damp. Anyway, it’s worth the view,
the hunger and acuity of being
“…the hunger and acuity of being solitary.” Solid poem, I like it a lot!