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         here I am
Sitting on a branch
A bird who just got back
        Looking   around
         The neighborhood
        For a bit of a snack.
       I tweet,I whistle, do what
   birds do with all
  The other birds who flocked here
  Like a bird.The voices in my head
     I would like to stay for a while
     Taking in the sights do what birds do
         In pursuit of delights but as I look    
            Around to my dismay I notice a
              Slower flow something’s changed
               Here on the ground below  
                    It seems like our words
                      Has stuck.     In a rut
                        With no        End in
                       Sight feeding      Us a
               Tasteless     Error 502
         Instead of.  The delight
     Bird food.   That we crave