I was resting at a stoplight
On a cool morning in October,
My car window half-way down.

A bird, unseen to me
Squawking and talking
Caught my attention.

I lifted my gaze upward
Toward the blue sky
And a thicket of overgrown trees and vines.

I wondered what she was saying.
Chasing an intruder
From her hidden domain, perhaps?

Just then a single leaf
Of no particular shape or distinct color
Let loose from a nearby tree.

I smiled and watched it dance
On barely a breeze
And come to rest on the asphalt road.

The light turned green.
I thought…how much do I miss
Driving around with the windows up?