How are You?

I’m not well, as you can see,
but continue writing.
The things I see
are not what others see
and things I hear
not available to everyone's ears.

I'm a unique being.

But what am I to do
when you think me wrong?
Can I not be allowed to be your friend?
I’m not, after all, a weather vane.

Just let me say
today I saw robins and starlings
in a single tree,
two flocks gathered where
sun was hitting.

Couldn't you and I sit together
where the sun is warm?
If not, if you will, as friends,
at least, then
as birds of a feather.