He doesn't appear,
to be wanting to get in,
but attacking in the light,
of midday.

I can tell he is a male,
by his bright red plume.
He is a cardinal,
and seems to be angry,
at something in my room.

Gradually, it dawned on me,
what was going on.
He was fighting his reflection,
on the glass and beyond.

He and his mate,
have a nest nearby.
He's just protecting his territory,
and that is why.

So, if you hear a loud bump,
on your windows someday,
birds of a feather flock together,
or even think their reflection is prey.

You builders of high-rises,
with lots of reflective glass.
Are not doing birds any favor,
when their brains meet their ass.

Trying to put a little humor in a sad situation.
Millions of birds are killed each year thinking
their reflection is another bird and hit a window
hard enough to die.

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