My Morning Neighbor Friend

Many mornings when I'm busying myself in the kitchen, standing at the counter under the windows, my little friend hops on the fence and looks over at me.  I'm not sure if he's just saying 'Good morning' or looking with those eyes, to say, 'So where's my food?'  Or maybe he's thinking, "Damn, Baby!  Wha' chu do wit jor hair?"  (Can you tell I watched Ghost last night?)

Can't wait around, so I'm outta here!