The leaves were off the hardwoods, I could see into the tree, and there I spotted Flicker Wings and back she spotted me. nnFeeling bold against the colder months I nodded to her glow, we showed each other what we held, yielding what we know.nnAnd she is a rare bird and I am a bird caller. Soon I'd call her my lover, cause birds of the same feather flock with each other.nnAnd now I can identify by the colors in her chest; identify with the melody she builds within her breast. And simply by example of the lines that draw her face, she gives me daily lessons on the grace of organic shape.nnAnd she is a rare bird, and I am a bird watcher. I could watch her for hours in a birdbath under a downpour of autumnal showers.nnI saw in Flicker Wings what she saw in me: the mist and the mixture of love mystery. We could talk for forever and between the sheets where her ??? a couple of poetic feats.nnBut November pretender, we all have some cuts. To attend to ourselves we must fend for or bust. But the bigger amber(?) that you gave from a flame can cast warmth to help melt through the ice chest of pain.nnI can see her in the meadow perched upon her favorite horse that she named after the feeling he wells up inside her heart. Temperature is dropping here as winter rears its head, I'll invite her swift migration to the quilt-fold of my bed.nnShe is a rare bird and I am a bird caller. Soon I'd call her my lover, cause birds of the same feather flock with each other.nnYou know this and she knows this but ??? we're ??? for sure, in poetry and dreams a bird's a metaphor for girl. And I know her given name, we speak the same native tongue. Jamie my love I love you as you are untame and young.nnAnd she is a rare bird and I am a bird watcher. I could watch her for hours under a downpour of autumnal showers.nnShe is a rare bird, thank God I'm a bird watcher.