The bird
the bird flies high
way up in the sky
looking for shelter
a morsel to eat
I watch as he flies
up and down through the sky
his search relentless
focus intent
what will it be
when he lands on a tree
which branch will hold
the tales untold
hunger abated
flight dissipated
the day wains on
as night falls gently
the world now still
crosses the hill
the bird settles in
from the peace within
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