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Automatic to me the greeting would be

But I am not as thou would see

Another bird singing to the wind

Wishing upon a return

That be not I that can see

And awkward being still be stood

A bird of habit a bird of choice

That the wind carries more the sent

An essence of being and life

Rather than that of calling

Notation of being forth brought

Not the liking as knowledge about

And be sitting upon the branch of life

Nodding to the passers through the air

Never to call forth the unwanted glare

For head will search where wishes be

And then will see

Only the branch

And only me