Sometimes I hate you, I must
avert my eyes.
Other times I love you
and I’m crazy, I can’t leave you
Mostly though I’m indifferent,
you’re something there out
of my window on any
like the sparrows who chat huddled
side by side
on their privet hedge.
But whether you’re friend, enemy
or mere acquaintance, you are all
intruders in this precious
poem © copyright David F. Barker 2012