Ostrich
Mist is settled on the trees
   rain is coming down
and I looked out the window to
   notice a pair of my jeans
        hanging on the line.
And then I saw the bird--
   small with white breast and brown body and wings--
sittting nearby
   looking down at them.
Looking up she seemed to look straight at me,
   "Aren't these yours? Well, get them out of the
rain, you ostrich."