Solitary bird

He stands there in the pouring rain,
Black and erect its there he'll remain,
In no hurry the shower touching plumes,
On his own its nature he consumes.

Yes a black-bird its winter he'll greet,
Stiff and motionless stable on his feet,
Reflected on concrete shiny with the glare,
Intriguing to see him simply standing there.

Suddenly he's gone completely out of sight,
Obviously had enough and taken to flight,
Bare the concrete the bird is no more,

Recorded for posterity just what I saw.