There sits a bird within a leaf
In a branch upon my tree
I’m not sure how it got there
Though it sits there happily
My little walk-on warbler
Flutteringly brief
For every cloud that passes by
It dissolves in leaf relief
I’m not sure what it wants to say
I watch in rapt attention
Maybe calling me to take the air
Inviting me a new dimension
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