Sitting perched in readiness
To sing out to the world
Whistling messages harmonious
That tweet and peep to be unfurled
Tuning in responsively
To other perch replies
Who having passed the idea on
A two-way street of feather flies
Not every birdie flocking here
Will share a squeaker’s corner view
Cordially in tweet pursuit
With magpie eyes on silver hue
The chorus rarely synchronised
Many droppings random land
Though some will meet the tweet repeat
Among the stormy clouds of sand
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