Black as the abyss.
Through the snowstorm, I see You,
Perched in the tree, You are home.
Through the snowstorm, You see Me,
Far from home, craven, my way long lost.
Your unblinking black eyes gaze into Mine and You know Me.
With secret knowledge, Your eyes gleam.
I fear Your scrutiny.
My heart is laid bare by Your stare, I must look away.
The cold wind ruffles Your feathers.
Your perch is firm, unshaken as the trees sway to the wind.
My eyes water from the cold, the wind, the snow.
The wind keens through me, chilling body and soul.
You are eternal.
I am naught, transient in Your world.
You have knowledge.
I have no sense.