A bird lit on my front yard tree
To preen a weary flighted wing
And find a sturdy green laid branch
To lay her tiresome burdens in.
And as I listened to her songs of spring
And watched her feathers, brown and grey,
She searched for bits of string or twig
To build a nest for futures in.
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